Summer is closing

Leave it here
Drawn to a point
Closed eyes

Memories and images of school are becoming clearer.


I Know You're Married, but I've Got Feelings Too

My summer has consisted of a long ribbon of seamless days: each day has flawlessly mirrored the previous. Pencil and watercolor marks cover the pinky side of my left hand. Empty mint green tea bottles overcrowd my desktop. Slippery, ragged-edged magazine pages lie astray on my orange yoga mat.

When I am tired of the messiness of my room and I seek the joys I expect from the summer, I escape in my aging red Thunderbird where Martha Wainwright's new CD, I Know You're Married But I've Got Feelings Too, vibrates loudly through my Thunderbird's poor, petite sound system. What an escape it is!

Martha Wainwright has gorgeous abilities. The trembling, tortuous voice she possesses is at once smooth and unstable. It is liberated by the lyrics she expresses, which are full of emotional complexity. Few voices are as sonically expressive as hers. When I listen to her music, I find joy because her sonic expression of her words undeniably emulates their power.
In the song "Hearts Club Band," she conveys resentment and annoyance toward an ex while shouting out her love for her newfound freedom and her lack of relationships. These songs all feel like she wrote them by lamplight, immediately before sleep--midnight revelations and creeping emotions scribbled in a sketchbook.
When I listen to this album, I imagine the loveliness, the distinctiveness, and the intensity of Martha's voice rings out in a quiet and cluttered apartment in the middle of the night and that that magical occurrence inspires the instruments and voices from another nearby source. They are reactions to Martha--the powerful, sensitive guitars, the cloudy, echoing background vocals, and the beating drums. She feels immediate, but the instruments and background sounds are elsewhere.
In "Comin' Tonight" I imagine Martha getting ready for her approaching gig in her cramped apartment while the instruments are heard from the bar down the street at which she will soon be playing.
"Jimi" feels more subconscious--as if the uncertainty and anxiety that spins in her brain inspires a rattling, repetitive guitar and throbbing drums.
Martha Wainwright writes beautiful music. Her music is joyful because it does not avoid pure, and oftentimes brutal, honesty. Her vocals are not restrained. Her words are not illusions.