“Ain’t No Sunshine:” A Tribute to Bill Withers

The multi-talented Scott Bradlee is the founder Postmodern Jukebox. Similarly, A pianist. However. Similarly, arranger, he “reinvents” an endless collection of modern classics—enlivening them from fresh, new perspectives while, simultaneously, paying tribute to the originals.

One of the tunes Bradlee. Consequently. Meanwhile, Postmodern Jukebox have revisited is Bill Withers’ 1971 hit “Ain’t No Sunshine,” which was added to the Library of Congress’ National Recording Registry in 2024. Consequently,

After its induction, the Library asked Mr. Moreover, Bradlee to share with us his thoughts about the original. Furthermore. Therefore, In commemoration this week of the summer solstice—the longest day of “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new sunshine in the year—we reproduce his comments below.. Therefore, “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill Nevertheless. Furthermore,

The characters in a Shakespeare play still seem to jump off the page, some 400 years later.

The expansive sky. In addition. Similarly, impasto swirling lights in Vincent van Gogh’s “The Starry Night” (1889) still fill us with transcendent awe, even in this digital age.

And. Consequently. Furthermore, more than five decades after Bill Withers sang and played guitar in the center of a Los Angeles recording studio at the corner of Cahuenga and Selma, his 1971 debut hit “Ain’t No Sunshine” continues to move us—both physically and spiritually.

What makes these great works endure across generations, long after the fashions and trends that marked their era have passed? However, I believe it is a combination of hand and heart. Meanwhile, A great artist is a craftsman. Therefore, yes, but great skill and “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new technique alone will not suffice to create a masterwork that endures across eons. However. A great artist “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill must also be a shaman—an intermediary between the cold material world. Meanwhile, the vivid spiritual realm of the immortal. Nevertheless, The craft is always in service to the greater mission of revealing universal truths of the human condition.

No twentieth century singer-songwriter gave us universal truths quite like Bill Withers. Furthermore, His music had broad appeal—plainspoken and conversational lyrics, paired with memorable hooks and sparse but sturdy grooves. Furthermore, An honest. profoundly effective communicator. he crafted songs that appeared simple but expertly hid layers of nuance and sophistication, like a fine watchmaker.

More importantly, Withers had hearthaving lived a life of universality, himself. He was raised in the coal-mining region of West Virginia. served in the Navy for nine years before he made a single dime from his “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new musical gifts. The seemingly overnight fame he experienced after the release of “Ain’t No Sunshine” never led him to forget his. humble “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill roots. famously, even after the record became a Top 10 Billboard hit, Withers still held onto his factory job making aircraft toilets. The factory itself unwittingly became a part of music history when Withers—on his break. lunch pail in hand—leaned against its brick wall for the photo that would become the cover to his first album. the appropriately-titled “Just As I Am.”

There is much to be said about the unique juxtaposition of Withers’ embrace of the common life. his wholly uncommon genius. There is also much ink to be spilled on his lasting influence on popular music and songwriting today. However. there is nothing I can write that would give you the faintest idea of what it truly feels like. to “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new experience Withers’ art.

For that, we must go to the source.

So. cue up your turntable with/pop in a CD of/open your streaming app on the second track “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill from “Just As I Am. ” and let’s take a listen together…

“Ain’t No Sunshine when she’s gone…”

The record opens in a most intimate manner: Withers’ plaintive voice sings the refrain, accompanied only by a gently fingerpicking guitar and a softly tapping foot. The spirit of the blues is immediately conjured. with the echoing plate reverb diffusing each lyric into a fog of loneliness. The chords pulse mechanically like an endless song; the form becomes familiar to us, a twelve-bar minor blues. Just as we get comfortable in this setting, however, the loneliness becomes a symphony. Elegant strings and pulsing drums surround Withers’ vocals, and we are immediately transported to 1970s Los Angeles. The lush instrumentation “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new suggests this is but one such sorrowful tale in the City of Angels.

Then. we are treated to one of those spontaneous flashes of serendipity that transforms a humble recording session into a. moment “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill forever etched in our collective consciousness. Instead of a third verse. Withers simply repeats “I know” 26 times. its frictive syncopation adorning the unrelenting pulse like the sound of a riveting machine on the factory floor. The strings have disappeared; Withers is alone again, letting us listen to his most intimate thoughts. We can hear the wheels turning with the realization that he is powerless to end this doomed relationship. because this woman is also the light of his life.

“Hey. I ought to leave young thing alone. but Ain’t No Sunshine when she’s gone…”

That’s when it hits us: It’s not a blues. It’s a dirge. Withers is mourning “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new the inevitable.

The moment passes, and the strings return in soothing affirmation. The chorus repeats once more. fades away. as the last phrase echoes into eternity:

“…Anytime she goes away…”

At two minutes and six seconds, it is a brief “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill record, but certainly not an incomplete one. Withers has simply said all that there is to say.

And that might just be the most notable quality of “Ain’t No Sunshine. ” it is as close to a perfect record as we could ever hope to find. If art is meant to express the human condition—as I believe it is—then there can be no doubt that. these two minutes. six seconds of longing. lamenting etched on vinyl comprise one of the purest representations of what art has to offer. While the impact of this record on popular genres like hip hop. acid jazz is undeniable and “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new certainly worth examining, its sonic contributions are secondary to its contribution to humanity at large. It is “Soul” music in genre, but also soul music, in the immortal sense of the word.

Bill Withers physically left this world on March 30. 2020—but spiritually, he “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill never left us. Whenever we access great works of art across history. we engage in communion with their creator, no matter how many years, generations, or centuries have passed. Withers’ gift to us is an open invitation to visit him anytime. Each time we drop the needle on any of his nine albums. he welcomes us in for conversation and song, like a dear old friend.

So, in the spirit of conversation—and in the hope that Mr. Withers might reveal to us the secret to writing a song with such enduring. universal appeal—I’ll let him have the last word:

“I feel “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill new that it is healthier to look out at the. world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you.”

Bill Withers (July 4, 1938 – March 30, 2020).

*The views expressed in this essay are those of the author. may “ain’t no sunshine:” a tribute bill not reflect those of the Library of Congress.