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This week has been spent with Nina Simone. More precisely, with Pastel Blues. I’ve had it running through a sound system that includes a pair of Beolab 50s by Bang & Olufsen, and I can say, without hesitation, it is like having Nina in the room. Her voice doesn’t just arrive; it inhabits the space. Her piano doesn’t just accompany; it reshapes the air around it. It is an exceptional listening experience — and a reminder of why Nina Simone remains one of the great storytellers in music.

What strikes me first is the production. For an album released in 1965, Pastel Blues carries remarkable clarity. The sound is dry, immediate, almost intimate — as though you’ve been ushered into a private performance. On a system as revealing as the Beolab 50s, every detail emerges: the grain in Nina’s voice, the crisp snap of sticks on a snare, the resonance of her piano notes hanging just long enough to matter.

The songs themselves are brief, almost sketches, but each one carries weight. Take “Be My Husband”, with its insistent handclaps and bare, almost primal vocal. Nina turns simplicity into incantation, her voice looping like a mantra, rising in intensity until the room feels charged. Or “Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out”, where her phrasing wraps itself around the lyric with both humour and resignation. You can hear her life in it — the ups, the downs, the hard truths sung with a wry smile.

Then there’s “Strange Fruit”, Billie Holiday’s classic, reimagined here with unflinching severity. Nina doesn’t simply sing it; she inhabits it, delivering the lyrics with stark clarity against minimal accompaniment. On the Beolab system, the silence between notes is as heavy as the notes themselves. It’s a performance that demands listening, that refuses to be background.

But what surprised me most, returning to this album, is how optimistic it feels in places. “Trouble in Mind” swings with a looseness that borders on joyful, her piano buoyant, her vocal laced with resilience. Even in the darkest material, there’s a sense of strength — of refusing to be broken, of finding hope in expression itself. That duality — sorrow and optimism, resistance and release — is the essence of Nina’s genius.

Her piano playing deserves its own mention. It doesn’t simply accompany the voice; it moves on a parallel track, carrying its own melodic story. At times the two seem to diverge, almost in conversation, her hands pushing the music forward while her voice lingers or detours. That tension — voice and piano dancing independently, yet always tethered — gives the songs their depth. And then there are the other musicians: crisp rhythm, subtle guitar lines, a band tuned to her frequency but never crowding her.

Listening this way — on a system that can handle the smallest inflection — you begin to notice how much of Nina’s art is in the detail. The way her voice cracks on a single syllable. The way her left hand on the piano grounds a song while the right lifts it into flight. The interplay between her intensity and her restraint. All of it comes alive when the sound is treated not as signal, but as story.

Pastel Blues is not Nina’s most famous record, but it might be one of her most revealing. It moves quickly — songs are short, direct, unadorned — yet it leaves a lasting impression. Each track is a vignette, a glimpse into a story bigger than itself. And taken together, they form a portrait of Nina Simone not just as a singer or pianist, but as a chronicler of life: its pain, its humour, its resilience, its grace.

I’ve lived with many records over the years, but few feel as present as this one did through the Beolab 50s. It reminded me why we build systems, why we seek out the spaces that honour sound: not for volume, not for spectacle, but for presence. Nina Simone doesn’t need amplification to command a room. But when she is given the space to breathe, she fills it with soul, with story, with the kind of honesty that can stop you in your tracks.

Rafi Mercer writes about the spaces where music matters. For more stories from Tracks & Tales, subscribe here, or click here to read more.