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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Looks like I *can* download songs, at least.
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I'm so glad!