and the perfect song
I still remember the day I first downloaded Emiliana Torrini’s Fisherman’s Woman last year all the way down to the exact outfit I was wearing. I was staying with my friend in Bushwick at the time (during my two months of couch surfing) and had taken the day off. Instead of working I’d spent the pajama clad day streaming movies in her small crawlspace of a loft room and uploading music to my iPod.
Walking through Soho to meet my soon to be ex-boyfriend to see a play and grab dinner, I pressed play and the first cords of “Nothing Brings Me Down” began to play. It was one of those moments where you’re never sure if the song is enjoyable because of its craftsmanship or because it perfectly speaks to your psyche. I listened on repeat for months, not making it to the rest of the album until later that fall. I fell in love with it after spending a few nights listening to it on repeat drifting in and out of sleep till all the lyrics resonated in my head.
Nothing Brings Me Down
I’m using this as a preface to say that I’ve downloaded Emiliana Torrini’s newest album: Me and Armeni, and am once again succumbing to the psychic powers of her first song “Fireheads.” This time though with intentions if making it through the rest of her album.
Fireheads
She has that soft child-like Johanna Newsom-esque voice, which you can go ahead and put in the “type of things teeny likes to hear” file.
I’m excited for the next few nights of listening.
(ps: I’m always willing to share)
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