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Coachoosy

9 days til Coachella.  

Okay, this is fast approaching and there’s more music to check out so without further rambling…

Kate Miller Heidke

It’s very gynopop. I feel like she’s the bastard child of Sarah McLoughlin and the blonde lady from ABBA.   How else can I describe this?  Hmmm… let me see: The Soundtrack from Chicago meets Paloma Faith?  Alternative pop folk with a theatrical twist? I don’t know really.  It’s all very harmless but to be honest I’m currently in the throws of a real estate depression.  I need to move, but at the same time I’m not seeing anything I like in my price range.  I want to go higher, but I have the fortune and misfortune of never knowning how much money I will earn a year, and therefore this presents an entirely new level of stress where gambling on future income.  I’m not in the right state of mind for this even though the song Are You Fucking Kidding Me? is sort of funny.

Faith No More

Funk Metal.  Bleh.  I could live without them.

Miike Snow

Swedish band.  Enough said.  Actually, here’s a fun thing to do if you find yourself dining with a Swede.  When the waiter asks ‘Are you finished?”  quickly blurt out, “No, he’s Swedish!”.  (Get it? Finish/Swedish…) This never gets old for me.  If only I had more Swedish friends to do that with.

Florence + The Machine

This is the stage name of Florence Welch, and despite her unfortunate name, which sounds like some sort of dishpan version of Raquel Welsh, I think I like this.  It’s got a raw quality that I appreciate. Oh! and I just found out that Flo’s mother was both a Renaissance scholar and a regular at Studio 54 (be still my beating heart).  I imagine her popping out in her DVF wrap dresses and Ferragamo heels with a copy of Calderon’s Life is a Dream tucked in her purse.  It doesn’t get more late70s glamourous than that – at least not in my book.  I also just learned (as I’ve been listening, and p.s. what did we do before Google?), that Florence suffers from OCD, ADD, insomnia, and dyslexia – so it’s good that she can sing, because honestly what else could she do?

But in all seriousness she has a great voice.  She’s sort of tortured but in an intelligent, strong-willed way.  I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve and therefore I appreciate it when others stand up and rail against misfortune (or real estate depression).  One click and I have just purchased her latest Lungs.  I’m actually excited to see her, which is shocking, given my current frame of mind.

Next up: A deconstruction of aging rock stars.


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