No lyrics in the title. No catch phrase to lure you in. Just the name of this absolutely rockin' 28-year-old woman. When I first heard of Brandi Carlile, it wasn't love at first sound. For some strange reason--perhaps I wasn't paying attention close enough, or I wasn't in the mood to have my world shattered--her voice bothered me.
What was I thinking?
I have enough common sense now to recognize that Carlile's singing is surely other worldly. Her songwriting skills are truly wonderful--as demonstrated on 2006's self-titled debut and 2007's breakthrough, "The Story",-- but her real strength is that voice. First, there's her power. She can brood with the best and wail like a bat in the hands of Donny Donowitz.
Second, the heart wrenching emotion in her delivery--it is ineffable.
And third, her range and control are incredible.
She may not be blowing up your radio, but this is an artist to savor. Her third album with Columbia records, "Give Up the Ghost", hits stores Sept. 22 on vinyl and Oct. 6 on CD. Elton John, Amy Ray of The Indigo Girls, Benmont Tench of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and Chad Smith of Red Hot Chili Peppers all lend their talents. It's sure to be a doozy.
30-year-old Patrick Watson and his eponymous band first came onto my radar in early 2007 on ABC's uuber drama Grey's Anatomy. Before your eyes start to roll let me say this- Grey's has some of the best music on television. I've lost count of the number of additions to my CD library thanks to the show over the last six seasons.
Watson's music is far from cookie-cutter soundtrack schlock, however. Upon listening to 2006's $20,000 Polaris prize winning album "Close to Paradise" for the first time, this four piece band completely immersed me in their sound scape of pure imagination. Watson, along with Robbie Kuster, Simon Angell and Mishka Stein, effectively navigate a handful of genres on the album's 13 gorgeous tracks without letting its cohesion fall apart.
"Slip Into Your Skin" is a personal favorite of mine with understated jazz lounge-esque verses and swooping orchestral choruses. Watson's vocals seem to relish in these moments, as they frequently appear throughout the album's 47 minute run. String arrangements makes their fullest appearances in the piano heavy "Drifters" and Stein c0-written "Lucious Life". Coincidentally, these are two of the four tracks to receive stunning video treatments.
I could go on and on and on about this album, and this band (and I will when I cover The Cinematic Orchestra- more on them later). I'll end by saying that as I type up this entry I'm listening to their third--and second Polaris-nominated--album, "Wooden Arms," and have yet to be disappointed. Repeated listens are a must before making a judgement, and that's no difficult task. This is a band that really pulls you in at the wee hours of the morning.
Hajimemashte! Making this has been in the back of my mind for about six months now. A summer of lazy (i.e jobless) days and long nights (i.e Dexter marathons) drained all of my ambition to get this blog off the ground. However, with the start of my senior year at the University of South Florida I decided to get my hands dirty in a mud bath of musical goodness.
I should introduce myself- my name is Matt Spencer. I am 22 years old and currently studying magazine journalism at USF's School of Mass Communications in Tampa, FL.
Music has always been an integral part of my life- from The Wizard of Oz to Les Miserables, I grew up surrounding myself with anything that allowed me to escape. I spent most of my childhood in community theater, but eventually gave that up. I started learning guitar in high school and to this day I consider myself only mediocre. Practicing was never my forte.
And then came college. I spent most of it commuting from my home in Spring Hill and it was during those commutes that I was able to spend two uninterrupted hours with the music of my choice. Sometimes I'd spend a week on one album, sometimes it would change every day. Whatever my mood, I had a go-to album for it.
My fondest memory was during my freshman year in 2005. With a rigorous coarse load including English Composition 1 and University Experience, I spent what "little" spare time I had making anonymous compilations of my obsession at the time- Jason Mraz. I would spend hours burning patch work collections of my favorite live (and legal) Mraz tracks I had swiped from Archive.org (more on that in future posts).
Once I packaged them and scribbled a brief blurb of enticement in Sharpie on the outside, the joy bombs were dropped around campus for lucky students to find. I did this twice a week for several months before my funds, and time, ran out. I have no idea what became of them or who picked them up. All I hope is they passed them on, and continue to share them with their friends.
I guess that's my hope for this blog, as well. There will be many, many artists featured here. You may like some and be indifferent toward others, but at the very least I hope you pass it on to your friends.
