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time was on her side but she never kept track
I think I feel about Canada the way N feels about England - it's my happy place, my idealized other-place, I really just wholeheartedly believe that Canada and Canadians are just better, kinder, smarter, cooler, happier. I like to pretend I'll emigrate someday; the truth though is that I know I never will. Forget the time and money I plan to spend receiving my American law degree; who really wants to discover that the other side of the fence has grass that's just as brown?
Kathleen Edwards is the latest addition to my list of reasons for Canada-philia, a list that also includes Sarah Harmer, Tegan & Sara, Due South, Queer as Folk, and Margaret Atwood, to name a very few. Failer is the first album that's really clicked with me in a long, long while; I don't know if it's that I'm feeling very particular about what I listen to lately, but anything that's not folky, alt-country, rootsy, and wholesomely angsty is just registering on the "blah" scale these days. Kathleen Edwards has all of those things going for her, particularly the alt-country, which I'm really just starting to love. (I MEAN *alt-country*, though, not Dixie Chicks crap or the like; give me twang in the instrumentation but NOT in the vocals, thank you, and some edge is very much appreciated.)
So I've got music and it's Canadian and life's good. It's summertime and I'm still avoiding real thoughts of What Comes Next. The day-to-day thing is working quite well, set happily against the backdrop of quiet, sunny days; I listen to my folk and my alt-country and I pretend this is my real life. Simple and undemanding and lived at my own pace; with good music, and daydreams of gay men.
Kathleen Edwards is the latest addition to my list of reasons for Canada-philia, a list that also includes Sarah Harmer, Tegan & Sara, Due South, Queer as Folk, and Margaret Atwood, to name a very few. Failer is the first album that's really clicked with me in a long, long while; I don't know if it's that I'm feeling very particular about what I listen to lately, but anything that's not folky, alt-country, rootsy, and wholesomely angsty is just registering on the "blah" scale these days. Kathleen Edwards has all of those things going for her, particularly the alt-country, which I'm really just starting to love. (I MEAN *alt-country*, though, not Dixie Chicks crap or the like; give me twang in the instrumentation but NOT in the vocals, thank you, and some edge is very much appreciated.)
So I've got music and it's Canadian and life's good. It's summertime and I'm still avoiding real thoughts of What Comes Next. The day-to-day thing is working quite well, set happily against the backdrop of quiet, sunny days; I listen to my folk and my alt-country and I pretend this is my real life. Simple and undemanding and lived at my own pace; with good music, and daydreams of gay men.