How's it goin? I was thinking we should grab a bottle of Bordeaux and have an honest and off kilter heart to heart about this crazy world and the mad men living in it. Oh, you already had that conversation and set it to music? Nice.
First, you were right – love IS "savage and it's cruel and it shines like destruction, it comes in like a flood and it seems like religion, it's noble and it's brutal and distorts and derranges, it wrenches you up and you laugh like a zombie (zombehhh).” I was totally going to say that!
You know your shit M. You didn’t sound contrived or overwrought, but awkward and odd and brutal. Personally, I’ve always loved your lyrics but then you knew that.
The vocals were fab, btw. You rocked the 1930’s jazz, with sparks of my fave Sarahs (Harmer and Slean), Bernadette Peters flirtatiousness and Rufus’ operatic lilts. But still singularly you, all husky and decadent and uniquely layered. Hon, you pulled those phrases like salt water taffy. Love. It.
The music? Hells yes! Plain guitar or piano up front, but all wrapped and layered with haunting backgrounds and full bodied crescendos. Then you get all dramatic, but next track you pull out hillbilly guitar mixed with the blues sax and the well placed handclap? Damn. And did I hear some organ and xylophone? You KNOW I love xylophone!
Finally, you toss out those clichés about love – just get all mad and artful with it. Expressing that “my heart was made for bleeding all over you” and then telling him to “run your scared little ass down the block” and just mean everything. You tell it girl.
holla back,
Maegan
published (less awesome) version - scroll to bottom
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