amy ray- didn’t it feel kinder. if it weren’t for the indigo girls, i’d be still be in boston playing bass in a hair metal cover band and headlining places called “beer goggles” for tips. when they released their self titled record, it changed me. i dived completely into the acoustic guitar. and writing songs i loved emily’s songs, but i really SAW myself in amy ray. she had my kind of fire and i wanted to BE her. in the ‘closer to fine’ video, with her bangs over her eyes and her black martin slung all low… she just looked so COOL! amy has had a few solo records, but this is the first one that really connected with me. not sure what it is about it… there’s just this great sparse, indie, punk/folk simplicity to it. and her lyrics are SO straight up. they’re rooted in protest. her honesty actually makes ME self conscious, but i think that’s how it’s supposed to be. some music is meant to soothe you. and some is meant to rattle your cage. amy is a rattler. she demands to be heard. it’s in her words. in her voice. god, what a VOICE!. worn and powerful and threaded through with a sadness that just cuts you in half.
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