Chicks singing.
Posted in Personal on March 19th, 2010 by byronkhoThey haven’t recorded a music video? My next directing project: complementing April Smith and the Great Picture Show’s Colors with stop-motion animation featuring a donkey and a hamster on a trek through the Southwest, where they run into a talking cacti wearing a sombrero and ride off into the sunset on a little red wagon.
Named after Audrey Hepburn’s character in My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle knocks my socks off. But she lives in England. Why are all these indie pop singer songwriter chicks always in England? Settle in Philly!
Amanda Jenssen was originally named Jenny Amanda Katarina Bengtsson. Nothing to do with her style. She must hate people comparing her to Amy Winehouse, but there it is: kind of like the crazy crack hoe but not crazy, on crack or a hoe (as far as I know). OK, there may have been more elegant ways to compliment her. Regardless, love her voice. Her newest single is Happyland, included below… but my favorite song is still Do You Love Me?.
Canadian beauty Lily Frost wrote the unbelievably cheery theme song to the CBC’s Being Erica. (Being Erica is actually a decent chick-flick TV series… which means I can actually stand the show, versus basically EVERY single chick-flick show on US TV being absolute trash that makes me want to poke out my eyes with burning hot irons. Of course, it helps that Erin Karpluk is, and should be, everyone’s crush.) Lily tours with a swing band, references cool people like Emily Carr and Paul Verlaine, and hails from BC. Also, a press release states that she returned to Canada after “performance stints in Cairo and Tahiti, and adventures singing in Africa and busking in New Orleans”. I’m just assuming Lily Frost was a take a trip by herself kind of gal, as it totally increases the mystique. Cases in point: That reminds me of the time Caroline told me about her mother…. who rowed down the Amazon and did other really random adventures by herself when she was younger, and still cruises out to secluded islands for personal holidays every year. Or Brenna flying out to Ireland and driving around by herself, or Lisa in Morocco, or Stephanie somewhere in southern Africa… Anyways, to bring it back to Lily: all hail the queen. She was gypped by the Geminis.
Hard not to love Norwegian Marit Larsen. This video is awesome: she’s playing at a greengrocer’s stand with her band and random people are walking by. The creepy biker, the woman who got her groceries and is like WTF is this, the cars driving on past, the shopowner standing in the doorway happily listening. She’s playing on a kid’s mini-xylophone. Hot. Marit was one half of 2000’s girl-band M2M, the other half being Marion Raven (who has a nice ballad with Meatloaf on his last Bat Out of Hell album). Marit has done pretty well herself: she did a solo performance at 2008’s Nobel Peace Prize ceremony.
OK, so this one ALSO has a dude. Pomplamoose does some covers of big songs (try Telephone, La Vie En Rose and Put a Ring On It but their originals (Centrifuge below) are even more awesome. Dunno if they’re a couple… but it’s pretty cute watching their videos. Her face doesn’t really change while recording and they have this weird editing style… obviously no big budget and definitely aimed at quirky crowd rather than mass public.
Rewatched Avatar today. It was still as good as the first time, but slightly tarnished because of an IMAX snafu. The first time I saw it, I missed the IMAX showing because it was sold out; this time, I missed out because it was no longer playing in IMAX. Great. I think I may have a sore throat, It just started feeling iffy. I’m leaving to Toronto in 3.5 hours, where I will eat foods that my stomach will enjoy but my throat will curse me out for. Yay! And I get to stock up on Asian snacks, All Dressed chips from Hostess, Sour Cherry Blasters from Cadbury Schweppes Trebor Allan (who make Sour Patch Kids but don’t think Americans like Cherry Blasters? whoever made that policy decision… heads will roll!), and lots of Tim Hortons crullers. Oh, and 4 Harvey’s burgers (with jalapenos, relish, onions, ketchup and sliced whole dill pickle on side) before we cross back over into the States. They know how to do a burger right.
I mentioned Ireland earlier. I want to go back. I was at McGillin’s Olde Ale House as the latter half of St. Paddy’s Day celebrations last night – and I was just tanking off my flask of Jameson’s 20 Year Special Reserve, remembering the Guinness from campus and drinking some O’Hara’s Stout (which tastes like a more even-tasting but slightly watered down Guinness… kinda like the White Star) – and I remembered sitting on that hilltop in Ireland. I could hear no cars, could see only green for miles around and was sitting in the ruins of an old Catholic church where, I swear, I could still hear the ghosts of ancient monks chanting. Everyone was busy taking pictures, but I just sat in the grass enjoying the breeze and thinking that this moment was the happiest moment ever and there was no real reason why. For that, I want to go back.
Besides getting to hear the Dropkick Murphys and Sublime after a long hiatus, belt out Journey with a bunch of random chicks and drink a lot of O’Hara’s, I did get to meet some interesting people last night. Kate was fascinating: she got a Fulbright and went off to Malang for a year, where she taught English at a vo-tech school for Muslims. She learned enough Bahasa to volunteer as a competent translator for any Indonesians that come in to the clinic. Anyways, one of her stories was about being bothered in the markets since she was an orang putih that wasn’t Dutch: women would come up to her and ask her to touch their babies so that they’d stay “fresh and beautiful”. Yes, it was loud in there and maybe I heard wrong – but I swear I didn’t. I cracked up.


