There's something about the cold and brisk days that have descended upon the District that make me dive back into the somber folk rock sound that sprinkled my early 20's. I just sometimes need that warm honesty that seems to be so dichotomously both vulnerably self-deprecating and willfully resilient.
Damien Rice, to me, is the greatest folk artist on the planet, by evidence of his two impeccable albums and stunning live show. He's the kind of artist that makes you uncomfortable by virtue of his over-sharing lyrics, until you realize such discomfort is rooted in your own secret empathy. This track, Lonelily, is a b-side that never made either of his epic full-lengths... but I love it, and it's a testament to his overall quality. Beat Radio produced a couple amazing tracks a couple years ago, and first and foremost to me is the track attached here, Memoir Of A Lightning Bolt. It's quite stunning. Lastly, Feist, before she became a pop starlet, and after she painted Broken Social Scene with her subtle-yet-haunting vocals, put out an album called Let It Die. The title track of this album basically became the anthem for the biggest breakup of my life. Womp fucking womp. Hooray Folk Music!
So, put your headphones on under your beanie, and enjoy. And, yes, I took that photo the other day while walking through the city. :)
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