Day 70 (May 28): Weyes Blood - Something to Believe
Whew. Almost didn't make it today. The powers of forgetfulness strike again.
To distract from my near-failure, today's song of the day is one of those songs which is perfect and which nobody can criticise. It's "Something to Believe" from Weyes Blood's 2019 album Titamic Rising, a record which is just crazily, obscenely good all the way through and which, if I had a tiny bit less restraint, I would probably have all done in the first two weeks.
It is a truly great song anyway (I was always going to like a song which begins with the lyric "drank a lot of coffee today"), even if I can now no longer listen to Weyes Blood without remembering the meme that called her "Lana del Rey for people who didn't support the Iraq war" - just listen to that voice! But there are ways to make great songs even better, and one of those ways is live performance, a forgotten art which once existed outside of somebody's bedroom. Look at those acoustics!
There's nothing capital-S special about this performance, other than how relentlessly stripped-back it is. No orchestra, no big set, (no trap beats, no Swedish songwriters) a quiet venue and an incredibly modest introduction. Just one really, truly great voice. And also 100% uncut rock.
To distract from my near-failure, today's song of the day is one of those songs which is perfect and which nobody can criticise. It's "Something to Believe" from Weyes Blood's 2019 album Titamic Rising, a record which is just crazily, obscenely good all the way through and which, if I had a tiny bit less restraint, I would probably have all done in the first two weeks.
It is a truly great song anyway (I was always going to like a song which begins with the lyric "drank a lot of coffee today"), even if I can now no longer listen to Weyes Blood without remembering the meme that called her "Lana del Rey for people who didn't support the Iraq war" - just listen to that voice! But there are ways to make great songs even better, and one of those ways is live performance, a forgotten art which once existed outside of somebody's bedroom. Look at those acoustics!
There's nothing capital-S special about this performance, other than how relentlessly stripped-back it is. No orchestra, no big set, (no trap beats, no Swedish songwriters) a quiet venue and an incredibly modest introduction. Just one really, truly great voice. And also 100% uncut rock.
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