I’ve
always been fascinated by just how securely music can fasten itself to a
particular time and place. Back in
March of 1999, I bought Nik Kershaw’s brilliant album 15 Minutes at a funky little (and long-defunct) record shop called
Sidewinder, which was located on St. Martin’s Court just off Leicester Square
in central London. The next day I
took the Eurostar chunnel to visit some friends in Paris, and I listened to 15 Minutes on repeat non-stop for the entire
duration of the three-hour train ride.
Ever since then, I’ve always associated the music on that CD with my one
and only daytrip to the City of Light.
It’s hard for me to believe that the album was released 15 years ago
now, although the journey itself does feel about that far removed in my memory.
I’d
been a fan of Nik Kershaw’s earlier records, especially the English songsmith’s
best-known track, “Wouldn’t It Be Good,” which was his only single to chart here
in the U.S. back in 1984. Over the
three decades of his career since then, he’s released eight finely crafted
studio albums, along with an acoustic greatest-hits collection. I’ve always thought he’s one of the
smartest pop songwriters around, and also among the most under-appreciated. Though his first two albums for MCA
Records, Human Racing and The Riddle (both released back-to-back
in 1984), tend to get the most attention, I was more drawn to his two albums on
MCA that followed: 1986’s
phenomenal Radio Musicola and 1989’s
unfairly maligned The Works. Because of his quick output within this
five-year span of time, Kershaw was unfortunately relegated to ’80s U.K.
synthpop whiz-kid status and never fully shed that label. I still feel that many of the songs he wrote and
recorded in those days are pure pop genius, with an ear for melody and clever
lyrical turns that are mostly unparalleled either then or now.
After a decade spent writing and producing songs for other artists, Nik Kershaw’s 15 Minutes was intended to be something of a comeback album. For those who were still following his music at that point, it was certainly a comeback and much more; the album’s twelve new tracks retained all the verve and promise of Kershaw’s earlier pop records, but in a refined and maturely realized musical style. Moreover, with its obvious reference to the infamous quotation by Andy Warhol, 15 Minutes offers a sharp analysis of the notion of celebrity itself, examining what exactly it means to be any sort of popular artist, and the price one pays, potentially, for inhabiting that kind of public persona and perpetuating our cultural obsession with fame.
The
album’s contemplative yet upbeat opening number, “Somebody Loves You,”
playfully explores how a performer interacts with his audience over time: “I put my words upon their lips / I put
my body at their fingertips / And it feels like somebody loves you / Somebody
understands.” Kershaw is clearly
aware, of course, that an adoring listenership isn’t actually love at all, even
when it feels like it is, but he also knows there’s a kind of mutual dependency
that isn’t always such a bad thing either (“They know my face, and they know my
name / They know my shamelessness but not my shame… / I need them much more
than they need me”). The song’s
cheerful delivery and catchy guitar hooks belie its tongue-in-cheek
interrogations of narcissism as Kershaw asks, “Who’s gonna love me when they’ve
gone? / What will I do without my wishing well? / What will I say if I can’t
talk about myself?”
A
later song on the album, “Shine On,” asks similar questions in an equally
intelligent fashion; its thoughtful approach and shimmering, percussive
instrumentation captivated me from my very first listen. The lyrics reflect earnestly and
literally on the earlier period of Kershaw’s own solo pop career with a unique
brand of introspection, addressing his younger self directly through a series
of carefully arranged images and memories:
“I
took a hundred and ten pictures of you
I
put them all around me and wondered what to do
Like
a temple in memory, a shrine in your name
To
days I can’t remember, to nights I can’t reclaim
I
took a part of my life about 18 years long
I
pulled it all to pieces and tried to make a song
With
a groove you could dance to, a tune you could hum
I
sang to my reflection, looking for the one.”
“Somebody Loves You” and “Shine On” both fit well with the album’s larger theme, which isn’t so much a midlife crisis as a bold midlife reassessment. Kershaw seems to wonder what his former successes as a pop artist meant, as well as where exactly they went, but he doesn’t stop there, situating those ideas amongst the more personal aspects of his life. The rapid-fire and outright comical “Billy” ponders how men operate once settled into their married years (“He’s got one face he keeps for his woman / And one for when he’s out with the guys… / He reads Marie Claire at the doctor’s / Just in case there is something he should know”). “Have a Nice Life” is a simple yet moving meditation from a father to his son, just as the son is preparing to make his own way out into the world.
Naturally,
the album culminates in its closing title track, a spirited and rollicking
countdown (“One-quarter hour to get it all together / Nine-hundred seconds to
make your bed / 15 minutes to show the world… / Throw me money, I’ll live
forever”). The song swirls into a
chorus of guitars, chanting, and applause until it’s abruptly shut down by an
old-style alarm clock ticking and finally buzzing the listener awake. On the album’s U.S. release, however,
the alarm clock segues into a beautifully arranged acoustic version of
Kershaw’s biggest hit, “Wouldn’t It Be Good,” the song that continues to extend
Kershaw’s 15 minutes of fame over thirty years later.