I have visions in my brain that are different from the truth
And this is a drive-by music post, because I've had some things in my head for days.
Appropriately, this one really doesn't want to leave: Jessica Lea Mayfield, "I Wanna Love You." I love its steady, quietly implacable obsessing: you're going to find this out. I keep wanting to pair it with PJ Harvey's "To Bring You My Love," of which it feels like the less Biblically apocalyptic cousin.
Speaking of Polly Jean, I am mostly indifferent to Uh Huh Her (2004). Neither of her albums from that period do much for me; I really only like two or three tracks from Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea (2000) and it's grown on me. I ran into this cover of "Pocket Knife," however, and I've been evangelizing for it ever since: The Secret Sisters, "The Pocket Knife." It got me to listen to the lyrics. Can't you see my pocket knife? You can't make me be a wife.
The same duo are responsible for the glorious anti-torch song "Dirty Lie," which I cannot but read as the signature theme of a stone cold femme fatale. Heard in a nightclub in the first act, one of those clear, unapologetic warnings the sap of a protagonist somehow never believes will apply to him. I never settle, I never cry. And whosoever told you, told you a dirty lie.
I finally tracked down Yasmine Hamdan's "Hal," featured in Only Lovers Left Alive (2013). I should track down more.
Appropriately, this one really doesn't want to leave: Jessica Lea Mayfield, "I Wanna Love You." I love its steady, quietly implacable obsessing: you're going to find this out. I keep wanting to pair it with PJ Harvey's "To Bring You My Love," of which it feels like the less Biblically apocalyptic cousin.
Speaking of Polly Jean, I am mostly indifferent to Uh Huh Her (2004). Neither of her albums from that period do much for me; I really only like two or three tracks from Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea (2000) and it's grown on me. I ran into this cover of "Pocket Knife," however, and I've been evangelizing for it ever since: The Secret Sisters, "The Pocket Knife." It got me to listen to the lyrics. Can't you see my pocket knife? You can't make me be a wife.
The same duo are responsible for the glorious anti-torch song "Dirty Lie," which I cannot but read as the signature theme of a stone cold femme fatale. Heard in a nightclub in the first act, one of those clear, unapologetic warnings the sap of a protagonist somehow never believes will apply to him. I never settle, I never cry. And whosoever told you, told you a dirty lie.
I finally tracked down Yasmine Hamdan's "Hal," featured in Only Lovers Left Alive (2013). I should track down more.
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I know one song by Lynn Miles—"Black Flowers"—and I love it, so thank you!
[edit] I like that. The opening line—I never told you that I would live inside your fence—makes me think of Grey DeLisle's "Who Made You King."
Who, baby—who, baby—gave you the right?
Don't tell me what to do, you're holding on too tight
Next thing you know, you're clipping my wings
Who, baby—who, baby—made you king?
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those clear, unapologetic warnings the sap of a protagonist somehow never believes will apply to him. Everybody always has to assume they're exceptional--so ordinary in their exceptionalism!
P.S. Re: pocket knife, it makes me think of Henry Lee (not in terms of sound, but just as an echo: "remember what these are used for? yeah.")
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Oh, that's neat. I took it as a kind of gender signifier, or at least the narrator showing that she is still young and scrappy, not domestic, but of course it is an actual weapon. Especially deadly in ballads.
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I have not yet looked for more of Hamdan's music, but I really need to.
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Looks like I *can* download songs, at least.
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I'm so glad!