Decades later, Frankie Muriel proves that his single “If I Say” still stands strong
A second sunrise always throws kinder light: with his album “I’m Still Standing,” Frankie Muriel tilts the day anew, and his reimagined “If I Say” arrives like warm bourbon poured over cracked ice—Americana steady, Country-bred, and unhurried. The project’s premise is elegant: revisit the song that first vaulted Muriel from smoky clubs to cavernous arenas, the Billboard-charting single that once flickered across MTV, and sing it again with lungs seasoned by decades. Indeed, the question—what does a late-fifties voice know that a twenty-something couldn’t?—becomes the track’s quiet voltage.
The production is laid-back, mid-tempo by design: mellow guitar figures glide alongside an easeful backbeat; violin and tranquil bass breathe beneath the melody; space is honored. Muriel’s timbre carries road dust and tenderness in equal measure, savoring phrases like postcards found in a jacket pocket. The lyric remains a pledge spelled in plain talk—counting stars, asking for tomorrow, promising to show up when loneliness prowls—yet the delivery now drapes those words in acceptance rather than urgency. However, the pulse never wilts; it strolls, head high, like a long walk to the mailbox that brings history home. In fact, this “If I Say” feels like a love letter sent twice—first in youth, then in wisdom—both stamped with the same heart, now addressed with steadier handwriting. The vibe is restorative, the aftertaste hopeful.
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