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Diane Ward returns with a soft album for hard times

With the exceptions of a couple of appropriate jags and ledges, the musical mountain scaled by Diane Ward is almost perfectly vertical. Despite her lithe blond beauty, she was a hard-hitting drummer who sometimes shattered sticks until, damn near twenty years ago, she stepped from behind the kit to front a band called Bootleg, which evolved into the Wait. Though formative, a few releases and numerous live shows displayed solid rock songwriting lifted high by the intensely smoldering, sometimes explosive vocals of the chick singer.

In the early Nineties, Ward put together Voidville, a dynamic, volume-eleven regional supergroup. In 1995 she partnered with guitar god Jack Shawde and released the distinctly non-Voidvillean album Mirror. As coproducer and guitarist (they often perform as a duo as well as with rhythm sections as a full band), Shawde has been the constant during the past decade, during which Ward also scored with Move (1999), released a limited-edition four-song acoustic cassette called The Bathroom Tape, and contributed "Awkward Girl" to the compilation 18 Great Songs from She wrote "The Gift" as a sort of "We Are the World" for children with HIV or AIDS; it was performed by some 50 area musicians for a recording by producer Rat Bastard and turned into a first-rate video by filmmaker Alex Moreno. Her work has been licensed for television and film and has received plenty of national radio play.

Ward reached the clouds, possibly the peak, with 2003's masterwork The Great Impossible, an album that is, um, impossibly great. And had the world ended right then, Saint Peter would have handed Ward a guitar at the Pearly Gates and asked her to play a few tunes for Heaven. Instead the world changed.

Diane Ward shadow-boxes on Wonderlight but knocks 'em out in concert
Diane Ward shadow-boxes on Wonderlight but knocks 'em out in concert


Diane Ward performs at 9:00 p.m. Saturday, November 18, at Luna Star Café, 775 NE 125th St, North Miami. Admission is $10. Call 305-799-7123 for more information.

Five years ago Ward and her other partner, semiretired guitarist Rose Gargiulo, launched a media-graphics company called All About Eve in downtown Hollywood, and it seemed she might slow down her musical pursuits. Instead, with her new album Wonderlight, Ward has simply slowed down her music. Ethereal, gauzy, and random, the eleven-track CD features the expected top-shelf production values and brilliant songwriting. It's full of diversity, it's finely crafted, it's pleasantly pleasurable, but Wonderlight doesn't rock — no drumsticks were shattered here.

Critic Bob Weinberg wrote that the album's "underlying aesthetic," like its cover photo of Ward wearing a tie-dyed shirt with "Peace" across the front, is "grunge-meets-flower-child." Maybe. Except where's the grunge?

It's on the stage. An intelligently subtle lyricist, Ward has never been afraid to wear her emotions on her T-shirts and spill her personal guts in her evocative songs. Wonderlight clearly shines its thematic concerns on a world gone fucknuts. America is involved in three wars (Iraq, Afghanistan, and "on terror"). A hurricane washed away a major American city and revealed a foundation of poverty and disenfranchisement where citizens remain trapped in second-class existences. And locally Ward has spent a lifetime watching South Florida turn into some sort of larger-than-life game of Monopoly gone haywire.

Those who seek their solace in rock and roll get a lullaby and a tranquilizer from Wonderlight, and maybe that's best; maybe we should remain calm until the nightmares end. "To me, music is so very personal," Ward says. "A powerful lover and friend. I, too, seek solace in it. Seems no matter what is happening on the outside, it intuitively finds a way into your heart, wraps the offering around you like a blanket, and emotionally feeds exactly what you need at the time. My creative process of writing music, lyrics, and developing production all stem from the emotional relationship that I have with music. My goal is to be moved. And to move. If a listener walks away feeling anything, good or bad, but feeling something, I did my job."

With her September 9 CD-release concert at Tobacco Road, solace seekers who prefer anger as an energy source got a wake-up call you could hear from the bottom of the valley. Backed by an all-star band — Shawde, bassist Debbie Duke, drummer Howard Goldberg, and Matthew Sabatella on keyboards (an instrument not used in Ward-fronted groups previously) — the singer erased any consideration that, near midlife, crises would be dealt with soporifically. She didn't medicate the audience; she beat the hell out of it to the point it required medication. She broke every stick in the joint and, remarkably, did so with panache and even humor slipped in at appropriate moments.

Diane Ward hasn't changed. She simply chose to make a different sort of album this time out. "I've always let the song determine the general production or presentation," she says. "Because we recorded the overdubs ourselves at Jack's studio using Pro Tools, it afforded us time to be able to play in the production. We were able to explore ideas at length, which ultimately gave the musical presentation a more thoughtful outcome."

The most obvious example of her passionate displeasure with the new world disorder is a song called "Messed Up," which she co-wrote with Jim Baumann and Jonelle Raspa: "I can't stop the war, I can't stop thinking about the ruin/Watch the world fall down over and over again ... the sky is on fire ... can I sit this one out?" This song should be played full blast 24 hours per day in the Oval Office. Oddly, though, on the album, "Messed Up" is drumless, Ward's angelic vocals backed by keyboards, djembe, guitars, upright bass, and, sure enough, programming.

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