Sometimes I dislike writing. I've been attempting to write about Virginia Woolf for the past two days, and I can't, I can't. Her world is so far removed from mine. She lived a funny and tragic life. Stringing words together on the subject seems wrong.
In other news, I've made another great music discovery. Gratis Nicole McLernon. "You're WELCOME."
Was it Andrew who tried to convince me that piano rock was a genre? I still don't believe him. But, if piano rock is at least a subset of "alternative" singer/songwriter music, Wakey!Wakey! fits the label better than Seabird does. At any rate, I loved what I heard so much that I impulsively bought the whole album before listening to it. And it was WORTH it. Comparable to fun., this band is probably all I'm going to be listening to for the next month.
I actually know next to nothing about this band. Really. It's some tall, skinny straight guy who's really musical. I don't know. That seems to be the definition of most of the music I like. Failure.
But really, I promise, their sound is new and fresh and unique -- it doesn't sound like everything else, and that's why I like it. The instrumentation is really varied, with plenty of synth, and piano, and guitar, and violins. At some times it's old people polka music, and other times it's frantic crazy Panic at the Disco-esque arrangement. Their sound is rhythmic, the melodies are unexpected, and it's the farthest thing ever from "stripped down" -- this is anti-folk music at its epitome. They use a lot of vocal instrumentation, too. Which I usually find tacky when anyone other than Regina Spektor uses it, but, their whistling and "ooh"-ing, it works. And, I do, I'm picked about male vocalists, but I do, I like his voice.
Lyrically, well, they're less impressive than Sleeping At Last. But, of course, that's comparing them to an impossible standard. Lyrically, I'm not excessively impressed, but they're not bankrupt either. "Car Crash" is a beautiful song lyrically, the highlight perhaps being, "Just because you're full of yourself doesn't mean I'm not full of you." I love the line in "Almost Everything" where it says, "So you miss the feeling when you step outside and your mind comes all untied and then you open up your eyes and you don't feel lonely anymore." On the other hand, they're mostly soppy spurned love songs. And of course, "Got It All Wrong" has an ugly word in it.
But I'm kind of obsessed. Enough to mention them to you here. Try it, you'll like it.
Hah, and a jewel I snagged from my dad's XM radio perusing habits: Valerie - Steve Winwood