Saturday, February 27, 2010

Silver Threads and Golden Needles


Indie garage rock band, Girls are definitely among my faves in the genre, due mainly to Christopher Owens' vocals. I'm a sucker for androgynous vocal stylings. So, when I heard they released a cover of Skeeter Davis' b-side track, "End of the World," I had to hear it.

Call me a melancholy child from the get go but Skeeter Davis was my woeful teddybear companion. I remember my first introduction to her. My mom had this cassette tape, The Essential Skeeter Davis with poppy hits like "I Can't Stay Mad at You," and "Let Me Get Close to You" - both of which could have fit perfectly in the 60's scene in Mulholland Drive - and the country/folk songs "(I Can't Help You) I'm Falling Too, "I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know About Him" and, of course, the tearful ballad, "End of the World. I know it's almost sacrilegious to say, but I think I prefer Skeeter Davis to Patsy Cline - much like my preference of Neil Young over Bob Dylan. There was something honest in her voice, something believable. And something overpoweringly poppy that I couldn't resist even as a kid. I'd lay on the carpet in the living room and sing along - "don't they know it's the end of the world, cuz you don't love me anymore." It still gives me chills. I couldn't possibly understand heartbreak at 10, but from her voice, her inflection I understood something that no other pop singer has ever made me believe again - sadness. And though I look to different genres for that feeling now, back in the 50's and 60's, Skeeter Davis was my essential sad release. The country/pop crossover queen who lived the life she sang and sang the life she lived until she died of breast cancer in 2004.
"Am I That Easy to Forget?," she once asked. No, Davis, much like maudlin first love affair, I could never forget you.

Listen to Girls – “End of the World”:
http://stereogum.com/mp3/Girls%20-%20The%20End%20Of%20The%20World%20%28Skeeter%20Davis%20Cover%29.mp3

Haunted Graffiti


As I write there's a that line swirls through my head - "I wanna grow cold with you." It would make a great song title for some dark pop band or a long lost minimal 80's act. I'm thinking echoed synths, erratic drum machine beats, heavy distorted bass. I'm thinking...

This leads my brain on a hunt for Ariel Pink, the Renaissance Man. I can't actually explain how the synopses linked this one, but... Discovered by Animal Collective, one could easily lump the LA-er into the Freak Folk scene. Pink despises the label 'lo-fi' yet his recordings resonate as poorly as an 8-track played underwater, a sound he insists is on purpose. And I believe him. The artist, though still submerged deep within the darkened bowels of underground status, is a cut above the rest. His music - untarnished, his demeanor - perfectly humble, his talent - refreshingly risky. The first track I ever laid ears on by Pink was "Can't Hear My Eyes," off the underground tour-only greatest hits release "Grandes Exitos" - a dreamy 70's throwback with a catchy chorus and a lullaby sax riff. Equal parts, The Vaselines, Half Japanese and Michael McDonald with dark eyeliner and a pretty boy mug, Ariel Pink is a dreamboat music god in my book. <3

Friday, December 18, 2009

My Summer of Love

Dear 2009, you won over my heart and ears in simplistic forms.

Florence + the Machine's Florence Welch:


Bat for Lashes' Natasha Khan:


Fever Ray's Karin Dreijer Andersson:


Best Coast's Bethany Cosentino: