I’m just gonna say it: who has the financial capital and industry clout to revive Lilith Fair? With feminism re-entering daily discourse as the #MeToo movement exposes the rank sexuality of power, and as music festivals make moot the role of calendars in indicating the arrival of summer…how has Lilith Fair not made its foregone return?
Somebody please get on that, and, when you do, please make Lisa Hannigan a headliner. Swan is one of her latest, released in June, and it’s lovely. It hooked me from the first line: “And what he wanted was a house, to fill the house with things he loved.” This might be the perfect epitaph on my headstone, with a quick pronoun replacement of course. Somebody please get on that…in the (hopefully distant) future.
There are few musicians I’m more devoted to than Gregory Alan Isakov. I’ve seen him live numerous times, and the poster they doled out at his last Fillmore show is one of the few I’ve deemed worth the framing price.
Evening Machines, his forthcoming album, is officially released October 5th, but a few singles are now streaming. “Caves” has been a replayer for me this week, and, in my attempt to put my money where my mouth is and buy more music, I’ve pre-ordered a special autographed copy.
I love Valley Maker so much I just pre-ordered Rhododendron (set to release 10.12.18) while writing this post. Seattle-based, gritty folk artist Austin Crane wrote his first eponymous album as part of his PhD work in Human Geography. His music is smart and addictive, with its soothing rhythmic inspections into the human core. Now signed onto a new label, Frenchkiss, and in the production hands of Chaz Bear (Toro Y Moi) and Trevor Spencer (Father John Misty), I’m excited to see how he expands on this next album.
If you want to see him live, he comes through California in December: at Cafe du Nord in San Francisco on December 10th; Resident in Los Angeles on December 11th; and Soda Bar in San Diego on December 12th. I highly recommend seeing him in any of these appropriately intimate venues.
So in love with this track. Putting it on repeat…repeat…repeat…
Happy Fourth of July, my fellow Americans.
Real love makes you lungs black. Real love is a heart attack.