There was a time when jaggered little pills & beer buzzes & angel's undercover were common phrases. We (of the female variety) sang along with such conviction & enthusiasm, matched only by our drumming on the steering-wheel.
Oh, we were wild...
[Ok, so maybe I was still in school.. And true, the worst boy drama I'd experienced was, well, with a boy. But the songs felt real all the same! And the singers a kind of sisterhood.]
Am I wrong in thinking that it's been a while since female's have expressed themselves in music with some grit mixed-in?? I didn't even know I was missing the guitar thumping, gut-stirring female voice, till last Sunday night when I heard a femme who was more fatale, than fancy.
Serena Ryder - a guitar playing, soul-singing Canadian, who appears to not have received the memo that it's 2010. And I love her for that.
(Not in a bra-burning, throw-out your shavers, join a lobby group kind of way. Just your normal - "you go girl!" - kinda way.)
Sporting bangs from the 70’s that Carly Simon would be proud-of & moves that I'm pretty sure she borrowed from Elvis, Serena is mesmerizing & unexpected & much needed in today' popsicle world.
And her songs... Oh, her songs... They are the kind that only ever seem to flow from the North. A chilly, fog-covered kind of heartache that is warmed by hot coffee & thick sweaters & a dear love.
(hmmm, so the song below is perhaps a liiittle more rollicking than fog & sweaters. But now you'll just have to go & check-out the rest of her music!)