Her profile
Name:
Feist
Registered:
24 May 2007
City:
paris
Country:
Canada
Canada
Sex:
female
Age:
32 years old
Status:
offline
Last modified:
7 months ago
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Website:
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Here are the things you need to know about Feist in order to fall in love with The Reminder: she’s much more than just the torch singer leaning against the ballad with a lone spotlight on her. In a past life, she was a shouty battle of the bands teen queen in a Calgary punk band. She’s made bashful indie boys swoon with her brash riffs playing guitar with Toronto rock band By Divine Right and her shout-out fronting of Canadian indie rock genre definers Broken Social Scene. She’s stubborn and meticulous about things like the EQ level on the stereo and her long honed guitar tone. She’s been placed in the role of the most unlikely fashion icon, but mostly she’s a tomboy who doesn’t really do make-up. She may be able to warble a bouncy foxtrot like Mushaboom that your grandparents wish they could’ve cranked on their Victrola, but she also breathed life into surreal sock puppets alongside her electro-trash BFF Peaches in Berlin and beyond. The cult-favoured original, raw demos (the Red Demos) for Let It Die and the Reminder included the sound of streetcars rattling along city streets. Onstage she can pivot between being the solo singer captivating a room with her guitar or take on the role of leading a band of three brothers.
When the road was finally exhausted, it spat her out at La Frette. A 200 year old manor house in the outskirts of Paris. Our girl corralled her live band – Julian Brown, Bryden Baird and Jesse Baird – and invited Gonzales, Mocky and Jamie Lidell to help harness the sound. They filled the dining room and parlour with a piano, vibrophones, organs, guitars, amps…. shoved two drum kits against the stained glass windows and scattered microphones like mousetraps around wood-floored rooms. You can hear the dogs barking on the tracks recorded live in between bites of their apples and walks in the garden. Like kids at a rock ’n’ roll summer camp, Feist and her talented comrades hung out in their pajamas making The Reminder. In love with being stationary for the first time in two and a half years, she woke up every morning and made snow angels in the feather-stuffed duvet on her great big bed. She shivered through several failed attempts to record the birds chirping outside on the old stone patio, thwarted every time by the sounds of unexpected traffic (cars and airplanes) in the isolated area (later, a one-off effort outside a studio in Toronto’s Danforth neighbourhood succeeded in capturing Canadian birdsong for folk ballad The Park).
And the songs came one after another, more than they had expected to finish in this short two week window. An album.
Brandy Alexander with it’s sucker-punch melody tumbling over a kick drum heartbeat. The jangly Dusty In Memphis teen dream paean 1234. With perennial collaborator Gonzales, she came up with The Limit To Your Love, an ominous slow-burner in which Feist becomes Nico over hard-soul piano chords and Mo Tucker percussion. Live fave Sea Lion Woman, the traditional chant famously covered by Nina Simone, got propelled into the stratosphere with cell phone sounding synths, handclaps and a backing mini-gospel choir. The shimmering, plaintive The Water immerses Feist’s stunning vocals in layers of vibraphone and piano, letting haunted allegorical lyrics about stoic mountains, a clumsy and dangerous sea and little bone piles slowly emerge from the depths. Intuition unspools with fragile fingerpicked guitar, Feist playing call and response with the distant chorus of a crowd.
It’s Feist simply answering her own questions with questions, and giving in – as she sings so sweetly at the end of The Reminder – to “how her heart behaves.”
http://www.musicreg.net/checkform?force_form=1&form_id=4691&dinsight=1615
Achète le single 1234:
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Here are the things you need to know about Feist in order to fall in love with The Reminder: she’s much more than just the torch singer leaning against the ballad with a lone spotlight on her. In a past life, she was a shouty battle of the bands teen queen in a Calgary punk band. She’s made bashful indie boys swoon with her brash riffs playing guitar with Toronto rock band By Divine Right and her shout-out fronting of Canadian indie rock genre definers Broken Social Scene. She’s stubborn and meticulous about things like the EQ level on the stereo and her long honed guitar tone. She’s been placed in the role of the most unlikely fashion icon, but mostly she’s a tomboy who doesn’t really do make-up. She may be able to warble a bouncy foxtrot like Mushaboom that your grandparents wish they could’ve cranked on their Victrola, but she also breathed life into surreal sock puppets alongside her electro-trash BFF Peaches in Berlin and beyond. The cult-favoured original, raw demos (the Red Demos) for Let It Die and the Reminder included the sound of streetcars rattling along city streets. Onstage she can pivot between being the solo singer captivating a room with her guitar or take on the role of leading a band of three brothers.
When the road was finally exhausted, it spat her out at La Frette. A 200 year old manor house in the outskirts of Paris. Our girl corralled her live band – Julian Brown, Bryden Baird and Jesse Baird – and invited Gonzales, Mocky and Jamie Lidell to help harness the sound. They filled the dining room and parlour with a piano, vibrophones, organs, guitars, amps…. shoved two drum kits against the stained glass windows and scattered microphones like mousetraps around wood-floored rooms. You can hear the dogs barking on the tracks recorded live in between bites of their apples and walks in the garden. Like kids at a rock ’n’ roll summer camp, Feist and her talented comrades hung out in their pajamas making The Reminder. In love with being stationary for the first time in two and a half years, she woke up every morning and made snow angels in the feather-stuffed duvet on her great big bed. She shivered through several failed attempts to record the birds chirping outside on the old stone patio, thwarted every time by the sounds of unexpected traffic (cars and airplanes) in the isolated area (later, a one-off effort outside a studio in Toronto’s Danforth neighbourhood succeeded in capturing Canadian birdsong for folk ballad The Park).
And the songs came one after another, more than they had expected to finish in this short two week window. An album.
Brandy Alexander with it’s sucker-punch melody tumbling over a kick drum heartbeat. The jangly Dusty In Memphis teen dream paean 1234. With perennial collaborator Gonzales, she came up with The Limit To Your Love, an ominous slow-burner in which Feist becomes Nico over hard-soul piano chords and Mo Tucker percussion. Live fave Sea Lion Woman, the traditional chant famously covered by Nina Simone, got propelled into the stratosphere with cell phone sounding synths, handclaps and a backing mini-gospel choir. The shimmering, plaintive The Water immerses Feist’s stunning vocals in layers of vibraphone and piano, letting haunted allegorical lyrics about stoic mountains, a clumsy and dangerous sea and little bone piles slowly emerge from the depths. Intuition unspools with fragile fingerpicked guitar, Feist playing call and response with the distant chorus of a crowd.
It’s Feist simply answering her own questions with questions, and giving in – as she sings so sweetly at the end of The Reminder – to “how her heart behaves.”
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