nina nastasia is one of those people who i think would make a fantastic novelist, or some other occupation requiring one to be an unflinching observer of humanity.
the inventiveness of the records she's released put her so far beyond the strumming-troubadour bullshit that plagues us that it's embarassing to have to mention them in the same breath.
her records are sparse and honest (but not 'confessional' or 'intimate' - this is not some teary-eyed self-pity thing).
songs are stretched over bare arrangements and delivered with a sort of almost-deadpan steely resolve that seems more attuned to the sarcastic delivery of shellac or p.i.l. than to the moany crap of any fucking soft-haired acoustic-wielding fucktard.
it's a pity that people like damien 'phil collins' rice and mundy 'mundy' mundy are the kind of brain-rot mulch that pops into most people's minds when the term 'singer-songwriter' is bandied about.
this is not 'singer-songwriter'. it's music. it's song. it's story. it's the stuff that reminds you that death is imminent, that you must know thyself, that honest communication is possible. it's a consolation. it's a challenge.
in fact, the only thing i've heard anyway recently that i'd put in the same territory is the new year (also fantastic, but they've had threads on here before).
in short: nina nastasia fucking rules. you should go and get her three albums and sink into them.
so, what is she up to? she put out run to ruin in 2003. we're now mid-way through 2006. the last bit of news i can find about her is on the touch and go site from mid-2005, and that's not even really about her (one of her tracks was put on a john peel tribute album). i know she played in dublin a couple of years ago, but she seems to have disappeared off the radar. anyone have any idea?
the inventiveness of the records she's released put her so far beyond the strumming-troubadour bullshit that plagues us that it's embarassing to have to mention them in the same breath.
her records are sparse and honest (but not 'confessional' or 'intimate' - this is not some teary-eyed self-pity thing).
songs are stretched over bare arrangements and delivered with a sort of almost-deadpan steely resolve that seems more attuned to the sarcastic delivery of shellac or p.i.l. than to the moany crap of any fucking soft-haired acoustic-wielding fucktard.
it's a pity that people like damien 'phil collins' rice and mundy 'mundy' mundy are the kind of brain-rot mulch that pops into most people's minds when the term 'singer-songwriter' is bandied about.
this is not 'singer-songwriter'. it's music. it's song. it's story. it's the stuff that reminds you that death is imminent, that you must know thyself, that honest communication is possible. it's a consolation. it's a challenge.
in fact, the only thing i've heard anyway recently that i'd put in the same territory is the new year (also fantastic, but they've had threads on here before).
in short: nina nastasia fucking rules. you should go and get her three albums and sink into them.
so, what is she up to? she put out run to ruin in 2003. we're now mid-way through 2006. the last bit of news i can find about her is on the touch and go site from mid-2005, and that's not even really about her (one of her tracks was put on a john peel tribute album). i know she played in dublin a couple of years ago, but she seems to have disappeared off the radar. anyone have any idea?
