Artists of the Week
Zero 7, Sia, and Jose Gonzalez.
Albums of the Week
Anything by any of the above...
Song and Lyric of the Week
Somersault by Zero 7, sung by Sia on the album When It Falls
“You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me
You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I feel the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me”
Music Story of the Week
My friend Liz and I went to see the Zero 7 show last Wednesday at the Fillmore as evidenced by the beautiful poster above (artwork by Christopher Silas Neal). It was handed to us as we poured out the doors at the end of the best show I have seen in a long while.
I will not go deep into the history of the artists but will tell you that Zero 7 are brilliant. The singers that 'guest' for them are just as brilliant. I found Sia and Jose Gonzalez and Tina Dico long ago all because of Zero 7.
I started the evening a bit worried that the show would be a little flat, maybe even dull as their music is lovely and mild - good dinner party music. I was soon shown that my fears were for naught.
Jose opened and was stunning. I kept watching his hands to be certain that there was only one person playing all of that music. The layers of guitar from two hands, the richness of just one voice - my goodness.
Then Zero 7. Sia came out with them and TORE. IT. UP. They were so BIG. And her presence was a sheer delight. She sang like no other. She flung her arms around and danced and smiled and wailed her gorgeous wail and made us laugh out loud with pleasure. I do believe I watched with my mouth hanging open at times. And then when I thought it couldn't get better I put my hands over my face, disappeared within the music and was transported away on the it's wings. I became part of it and in that moment was reminded why music means so very much to me.
Reminded that music,
She is my religion.