Gwyneth Herbert
found Universal’s efforts to turn her into a retro chanteuse too stifling and therefore left the label. The former «next big thing in jazz vocals» continues her self applied singer-songwriter path with her imaginative writing style she already initiated at the age of five.
I was 1 in 1982 and my dad sang this to me every night.
This is from one of my all-time favourite albums. Janis is an amazing story-teller.
This is the sound of pure indulgence.
And pray it be more of a success than his. Rufus is, I think, a musical God and this is him at his best, - starting small, with beautiful inversions that ebb and flow so easily, and then bursting into that lush, heartbreaking chorus.
This is guaranteed to get me dancing like a loon.
They really do sing the perfect nudey-meadow songs.
This is a late-night regular, when the smoke-machine comes out and the pink wine’s flowing dry, although our neighbours are normally with us, jumping around and playing small plastic guitars.
Tom sounds beautiful rasping from the one crackly speaker in the back of my moonlit Mini.
On the very few occasions I ever have, I imagine I looked a bit like this sounds: A mess of flailing limbs, ending in calamity.
This song breaks my heart every time.
«Whiplash girlchild in the dark», yep, that’s me all right.
«There is only one good thing about small town/ You know that you want to get out». My parents still live there.
«It’s cloud illusions I recall…». When my mum was pregnant with me, she used to play «Blue» and hold the speakers up to her belly. I grew up listening to Joni, and her words have seen me through many an angsty heartbreak. Her images may be poetic and abstract, but the underlying messages have a kind of emotional truth that always resonates with me.
The ghost of the lovesick bellboy could keep me company.
I love the way Louis’s voice snakes around Ella’s like a whispering serpent. How can you refuse him?
It opens the door and lets the morning clunk in.
