In the tension between the determination of the first songs on the album, and the more personal, veiled stories of love in the last ones, Chapman captured the flow of feelings that I felt, both hyper-visible and invisible as a Black woman in a white space, and still in formation in my own identity — as blurred as that fuzzy image of Chapman on the album cover. What I needed was some space in-between, just to think. Tracy Chapman created that space of protection, confirmation and contemplation as I figured out who I was, rather than just who others wanted me to be. Given the pressures that I was feeling, especially in graduate school, to "represent," that indeterminacy was a pleasure. Tracy Chapman for me dramatized the space on the verge of action, where desire begins to crystalize. That crystallization can absolutely happen in the moment of singing, when I was all alone in my room, matching my voice to Chapman's as she digs into those last lines of each song.
Francesca Royster in Turning The Tables at NPR. Meeting Tracy Chapman In The Spaces Between
A beautiful meditation on Tracy Chapman’s debut album, Royster tells the story--which I hadn’t heard--of how at at Nelson Mandela’s 70th birthday clelebration, a glitch in Stevie Wonder’s equipment created a sudden delay and Chapman was sent out to “keep the crowd warm’ with a few songs. Alone with only an acoustic guitar in her arms she performed in front of a 90,000+ crowd at Wembly Stadium. The performances are onYouTube, Fast Car which choked me right up, and Talkin’ About A Revolution. What courage!