Wednesday, 19 July 2023

Amy Blaschke- "Newage Daydream" review

Amy Blaschke- "Newage Daydream" album review

An album review by Nat Bourgon

Notes: All song lyrics that appear in this review were written by Amy Blaschke (Blaschke, Amy. Newage Daydream, 2021, self-released), and appear in this review for reviewing purposes.

All songs mentioned in this review were written by Amy Blaschke (Blaschke, Amy. Newage Daydream, 2021, self-released).

Blaschke, Amy. Newage Daydream, 2021, self-released.


Listening to Amy Blashke’s spirited, gutsy, variational  full-length album “Newage Daydream”, the combination of her instrumentally roving curiosity and sage lyrical insights helps me learn to view my imperfections and work-in-progress trajectories through empathy’s binoculars. While digesting these enlightening songs, I am reminded of the importance of honoring life’s continuous learning curve and our own always-evolving brands of self-development.

From my perspective, Blaschke’s new songs play as capering strides of inspiration, tickling the remnants of doubt until a blustery draft of game-changing self-love and hopefulness spoons with our souls.

I picture the album’s cathartic, belief-bolstering opener “Glory Lightning” as a gratitude-filled hat tip to love’s boundless reach. Blaschke’s voice carries the certitude of an engaging leader and the patience and supportiveness of a five-star friend. For me, “Glory Lightning” stirs up the feeling that love is the best response to our life quandaries.

With its cautionary buzzes and pendulum-like chimes of commotion, title track “Newage Daydream” musically seems to evoke what a glitch in the communication department might sound like. “Newage daydream/mysteries of lightness”, Blaschke sings, with a fidgety, tense air.  Personally, this song brings to mind the emotion of feeling astray in a corn maze without a tour guide, searching frantically for the referee called decipherment, that miraculous route of clarity where the gaps are filled in.

During the chorus of standout “Let It Rise”, Amy Blaschke vocally tiptoes up and down the multi-floor staircase of the human condition.  She globe trots the idiosyncratic tonalities of each level of her vocal range to enchanting effect. When her voice dangles in airborne motion, downright transcendence is achieved. Listening to Blaschke’s vocal fluctuations, I envision what gliding from cloud to cloud in the sky of emotions would feel like, perusing for the softest, most authentic landing spot for our hearts. It’s that curling lift, that exploratory tilt in her vocal delivery when she pleas “let it rise/let your heart become this endless love” that helps “Let It Rise” earn its stripes as a defining song in Blaschke’s ever-expanding discography. This tune reminds me that if we aspire to build up funds of love with the same diligence as we give to building up savings of monetary funds, our hearts can truly learn to embody “endless love.”  

The startling, trance-like sonic daze in “Precious” creates a fragmented, stark-sounding vibe.  In my mind, the song’s instrumentation conjures a mood of moseying in between planets through outer space in remoteness, yearning for a moment of deep connection. “Leaving words unspoken is an empty gravestone”, Blaschke laments with a ghost-laden eeriness in her delivery. To me, this song summons the feeling of distorted, static-like disconnect in interpersonal communication and how getting our communication wires crossed can faze us. As the song progresses, I hear the trail to recalibration emerge through untying the stubborn knots of tangled-up next steps. “Precious” helps us acclimate to a rejigged sense of identity after we navigate change. Blaschke sings “I am a life, a jewel, a gem of light/My time on Earth is precious” with an energizing lucidity, and I am hereby filled with a desire to zero in on my priorities with determined aplomb.

“Sweet Surrender” is a consoling, rustic-tinged lullaby, garnished with concord. Blaschke slows down time’s usual fast-paced sprint of busyness to a languorous drift with her cozy, angelic vocals, which linger in the air subliminally like a recently squeezed lemon’s peripheral carryover. The chivalrous intonation of her acoustic fingerpicking offers the composure needed to face the life curveballs thrown, until that fateful moment when legibility resurfaces. Midway through, when Blaschke proclaims “Letting go always feels so sweet/Never incomplete/Just a chance to be” with a traceable hint of relief, it feels like a landmark turning point might have been spotted up ahead in the not-so-distant horizon. Blaschke’s earnest voice is expertly positioned in its otherworldly upper register forte here, infusing the song with a celestial flavour.

In my mind, “Rustle Til Free” feels like a song-based pep talk. At once sensitive and transformative, I feel that as we listen to this tune, “Rustle Til Free” is generously listening to us back, holding space for our setbacks to be compassionately acknowledged and our growth trajectories to be unfurled. I detect a presiding musical ambience here of shimmering tonality. I also hear traces of momentary bewilderment from life’s winding canvas seeping into the instrumental passages at times. “Rustle…” feels like an exploration of those testing moments when we feel chained to our current circumstances. I feel that this song helps expand our perspective so we can work on teaching our cold spells enough tenacity to forge ahead through the manure-like scents of drag until an upswing status is achieved. 

I imagine “Circle” as metaphorically denoting the somersaulting, varying nature of our feelings. Life’s strange hybrid of circularity and motion feel depicted sonically. “Circle” begins and ends with a talkative synthesizer’s feral outcry, which feels like unprecedented territory for Blaschke’s songwriting. Yet its middle section literally circles back to honour her career’s greatest calling card, the atmospherically hypnotic dreaminess of her vocal’s upper register working in tandem with her intimately spare acoustic guitar humming. Hearing this song’s lyrics, I find perspective on how we process the contradictions that we are made of. I feel motivated to work at viewing these contradictions as baselines of possibility and preludes of exciting adventures to come, instead of as a fixed hand of cards that we are stuck with indefinitely for rounds. “Circle” reminds me of the value of looking at our lives in a less linear way, a way that at times might include looking back to reacquaint ourselves with valuable aspects of our past selves that got lost in metamorphosis’s backyard. When Blaschke sings “Circle the end to begin/Spin like a change in the wind" with footprints of discomfort's onset, doubling as a hiking trail to an influx of reinvention's opportunities, we can come to understand that while life may sometimes be filled with puzzling bafflement, we can learn to view the blindsiding moments of incredulity as valuable latitude for implementing game-changing pivots and adjustments. "Circle” encapsulates Blaschke’s intrepid willingness to stretch as an artist, while astutely reciting excerpts of her magnetic strengths. Listening to “Circle” sparks the thought in me that revisiting some underrated remnants of your former self that you paused from emphasizing for a time isn’t just a wistful endeavour, it can be a productive one, a floodgate opener to a course you haven’t yet charted and are enthused about pursuing now.

Album closer “Loving the Mystery” is unveiled with a clamorous, cinematic quake. The rattled-sounding instrumentation and the gutted vibe of Blaschke’s vocal delivery could soundtrack our disappointment of when love flattens unanticipatedly. As the epic eight-minute tune swells, the dejection gradually relents, and the forlorn aura initially conveyed in the vocals subtly flips the page towards an ambience of acceptance. “Loving the Mystery” launches with lamenting a deficit of light. It then spends its duration documenting love’s reliability, charting the widening laneway of increasing connectivity as love unassumingly weaves its way deeper into the proceedings, filling up an inopportune situation’s vacancies, stepping up as a heroic contributor to our initiatives of balance.

From my vantage point, Amy Blaschke’s latest album “Newage Daydream” encourages us to offer unconditional love to our own selves, including being loving to the aspects of us that we are working on developing. I feel that her music and lyrical wisdom can help us embrace the fluctuating range of feelings dancing in our inner panorama. Blaschke's record "Newage Daydream" helps me locate that elusive balance between initiating  tweaks and amendments on one hand and granting wiggle room, patience and self-acceptance to my strengths and areas of opportunity on the other. From my standpoint, “Newage Daydream” is much more than a daydream, it is a vision board of tangible sounds and ideas for what our “striving for” reality can amount to, when our thoughts, actions, and essence consciously choose to elevate love to the forefront.


Monday, 4 April 2022

Marianne Flemming- Across the Hemisphere review

an album review by Nat Bourgon


At times, our self-responses to our emotions roam indecisively and oscillate abroad the acreages of fluctuating traversal. 

On her new album "Across the Hemisphere", I intuit that Marianne Flemming's songs encapsulate our curving minds' ongoing recasting of stances we choose to take, cast aside, and integrate. From my perspective, the record narrates our inner worlds' configurations and subsequent re-configurations of our variational, personal processes of charting our undulating interactions with our emotions.

From my ears, Flemming's new tunes articulate and empathize with our wavering, often-fickle rotations of detecting and re-evaluating about what "our ideal" amounts to. In Marianne's music and lyrical expressions, in my interpretation, I hear an overarching progression of how our conceptualization of "our ideal" is ever-changing, and how the idea of "our ideal" is an interim proposition. (Nelson, 2017). (Bandcamp, Nelson, 2017). I hear the notion that what we start to consider "ideal" will often have evolved again once we've self-committed to and lauded a particular, temporary rendition of "our ideal". (Nelson, 2017). (Bandcamp, Nelson, 2017).

Marianne Flemming experiments with her vocal range over the course of the album, and introduces an assemblage of groovy sonic ideas, communicating how our unique-to-us, shapeshifting expedition of "emotion self-tracing" outreaches and transcends definition's at-times confined, cramped space of rigidity.

"Something Has to Give" is no square dance, it is a metaphorical octagonal dance, with many musical angles. The track contains an amiss aura, along with lyrical and vocal emoting of pent-up frustrations, and vibes of where the envisioned is out of commission. The song opens with a percussive groove that evokes a fresh, unheard-of-before sound-based imagery of salsa music curated and customized for a spa! "Me I'd fly away/If I could find a decent broom/Now I'm out with Brother Ray/Howling at the moon", Flemming sings with a slightly irked, yet actively-brainstorming mindset, while the bluesy guitar parts trill. (Flemming, 2021). Feel-good melodic twirls graciously contrast the seriousness in the lyrical mapping. 

Sonically dreamy and texturally refreshing, "Desdamona" actuates its faculty of musicality in a flexible posture that invites thoughts of the spiritual mystique of cloud eyebrows. This dynamic song also inholds the feeling of being rooted in the glutinous leftover rainwater of terrene reality checks. The sentiment that we can feel bogged down, we can feel grief, while simultaneously feeling in awe of life and its opportunities, its superbness, and its love, that our feelings don't have to be a "one or the other" exclusive: I sense this sentiment in the chorus when Flemming wistfully yet reassuringly vocalizes the lyrics "Dance with me, Desdamona/Across the floor, let's glide/Take my hat in this moment/Together we'll step in time", with a feathery phrasing. (Flemming, 2021).

"That's Enough" features a tousled twang, and a gritty, bleared vocal modus that suggests a tunnel-like, chasmal ambience. Marianne sculpts and re-sculpts her intonation. Kevin Neil's vocal harmonies feel consoling and hospitable, light-jogging beside Marianne's stalwart, husky lead. (Bandcamp, Flemming, 2021).

"Ruby Red Slippers" doubles down on funky aplomb, with a side order of rockin' premise! Back in opener "Something Has to Give", Flemming sang about "howling at the moon." (Flemming, 2021). Here, on "Ruby Red Slippers", she treats us to some singing delivered with the resounding huzzah of a moon howling session! "All those witches going to scatter when they see the rainbows in my eyes", Marianne asserts with vivacity and gumption! (Flemming, 2021). I marvel at how distinct Flemming's singing is from song to song on the album, and even from part-of-a-song to another section of that song.

When I listen to "Moonpie", I envision the song as Flemming composing her own idiosyncratic imagining of a just-before-intermission musical theatre scene, set in the 1940s, with a partially classical, partially jazzy bend, and a thespian, theatrical quality to it. Olivia Duffy's zingy, agile violin adds a cozy layer of bluegrass to the climate of instrumentation, interacting intriguingly with the dramatic dazzle. (Bandcamp, Flemming, 2021).

"Lucky Me" is instrumentally serene, yet initially there are inklings of a glum sensibility present. As Kari Newhouse joins in, the presence of her balmy vocal tonality and the dynamically uncanny alignment with Flemming's voice is bestirring, as the song discovers a compromise of middle ground between optimistic spry and processing's deliberations. (Bandcamp, Flemming, 2021).

Title track "Across the Hemisphere" has an euphonic, bouncy geste, and is equipped with inspirational inclinations! Marianne Flemming takes a cadenced, mirthful approach to her wagging vocals. The fluid production thankfully encourages Flemming's vocals to anchor the song as a focal point. There is a welcomed informality to Flemming's lyrical approach here of bringing forth suggestions and wisdom, such as when she humbly, yet with animated spunk imparts that "You should be on the cover of a magazine/In all your untouched glory/Telling everyone your story." (Flemming, 2021).

Finale "Small Hope Bay" opens with a susurrant, whishing effect that prompts thoughts of clouds launching their day by partaking in non-strenuous warm-up morning exercises. As the track unspools, driblets of piano and the usage of spongey acoustic guitar educe visualizations of an early riser out for a paddle on a stream of quietude, with the sounds of nature's quartet-plus of periodic trickles offering a neighbourly, tender soundtrack of modicum accompaniment. Flemming's singing has an intimate, soothing scope here, consonant with the sonic minimalism and mutually nurturing interchange of receptiveness.

To summarize, Marianne Flemming's new album "Across the Hemisphere" is a versatile, enlivening, memorable record, chock-full of fetching originality and deeply affecting, cherishable parlance.


Note: In addition to her new album "Across the Hemisphere" which I reviewed above, I also highly recommend Marianne Flemming's previous full-length albums, including 1994's "III Chords and a Bridge", 1999's "Venetian Dream" and 2008's "Pure and Simple".


Sources

I acknowledge the usage of the following online thesaurus, Word Hippo, which aided in writing this review:

Kat IP Pty Ltd 2008. Word Hippo. Retrieved from https://www.wordhippo.com . Accessed March/April 2022.


I acknowledge that for the music credits mentioned in my review (review includes some mentions of musician names, and mentions some music credits of musicians that played on songs or added vocals to songs) were sourced from Marianne Flemming's Bandcamp site (as below):


Bandcamp, Marianne Flemming. 2021. Bandcamp. Across the Hemisphere | Marianne Flemming. Retrieved from https://marianneflemming.bandcamp.com/album/across-the-hemisphere/ . Accessed March/April 2022.


Note: In the instances where the (Bandcamp, Flemming, 2021). citation occurs, this citation is specifically for the mention of musician names/music credits that were sourced via Marianne Flemming's Bandcamp page.

See https://marianneflemming.bandcamp.com/album/across-the-hemisphere/ for a full listing of music credits on Marianne Flemming's album "Across the Hemisphere". 


All song lyrics quoted in this review are written by Marianne Flemming, 2021, BMI.


Marianne Flemming. Across the Hemisphere, self-released, BMI, 2021.


Note: In the instances where the (Flemming, 2021). citation occurs, this citation is specifically for the song lyrics written by Marianne Flemming that appear in this review in quotation marks.



Descriptions of the songs, interpretations and thoughts expressed about the music, interpretations and thoughts expressed about the lyrics, interpretations and thoughts expressed about the instrumentation, and interpretations and thoughts expressed about the sonic synergies and production are original writings and original perspectives written by Nat Bourgon, 2022.

Note: The sentences: " Marianne's music and lyrical expressions, in my interpretation, I hear an overarching progression of how our conceptualization of "our ideal" is ever-changing, and how the idea of "our ideal" is an interim proposition. I hear the notion that what we start to consider "ideal" will often have evolved again once we've self-committed to and lauded a particular, temporary rendition of "our ideal."  were inspired by a lyric written by Cynthia Nelson,  "provide impermanence as the constant upon which the all-else rests", from Cynthia Nelson's song "i am a great and mellow leader", on Cynthia Nelson's 2017 album "out of the cave".

I denoted the inspiration with in-text citation (Nelson, 2017). for being inspired by Cynthia Nelson's lyric, and with the in-text citation (Bandcamp, Nelson, 2017). since the Cynthia Nelson lyric I was inspired by is sourced via Cynthia Nelson's Bandcamp page, https://cynthianelson.bandcamp.com/album/out-of-the-cave-2/

Cynthia Nelson. out of the cave, self-released, 2017.

Bandcamp, Cynthia Nelson. 2017. Bandcamp. out of the cave | Cynthia Nelson. Retrieved from https://cynthianelson.bandcamp.com/album/out-of-the-cave-2/ . Accessed March/April 2022.




Saturday, 24 July 2021

Atoosa Grey- "Dear Darkness" review

an album review by Nat Bourgon

 

Atoosa Grey’s new, riveting batch of songs helps us brave looking into the eyes of the unresolved, taciturn narratives in us that we have deferred or have kept clammed up inside. This varied, intertwined collection of earnest, soul-baring tunes encourages us to hold some space for the reticent, unvoiced goings-on in our inner worlds, to carve out our own idiosyncratic conglomeration of conversing with, expressing, and growing with and from them, in support of deepening our self-love and our interpersonal connections.

 

Opener “It Takes Time” tenderly opens the lines of communication with our tabled emotions, with thoughtful sensitivity and patulous openness at the helm. This song feels like a hospitable, comradely greeting addressed to our shut-off internal susurrations that we had previously sequestered to the backlots of our minds, letting our backlogged, unaddressed contemplations know that we’re available to engage in a judgment-free dialogue, with an open-door-policy for unbottling and articulating. Transcendental, reverent strings unfurl, cross-country-skiing across the inner sounding board’s trail. Grey’s patient, lento vocal delivery and her sudsy piano create a safe space for engaging with our subdued conceptualizations, for providing our thoughts with outlets for assertion with our own selves where we deem fitting. “It Takes Time” gives our vantage points the floor to speak to us with unabbreviated candor, even if our feelings are still in formation, or in less-than-fully-coherent, piecemeal sampling mode.

 

"It Takes Time” brings to mind the preliminary, embarking phase of a meditation cycle, and the introductory spiel in a challenging conversation with ourselves. In my perspective, “She Belongs” builds upon this preparatory terrain by conjuring up what inner dialoguing with our suppressed, cooped up emotions might feel and sound like. Musically, “She Belongs” locomotes with a twitching, squiggly ambience. This is the sound of us addressing our veiled domains, the sound of our silhouettes replying back in and out of turn, scatterbrain style. Atoosa Grey’s voice careens, conveying the teetering haze of when ambivalence and upheaval make appearances, while we are immersed in seeking to understand ourselves. As her vocal recurrently bobs between her higher-register and lower-register, I find myself grappling with the to-and-fro dynamic of how it feels impactful to air out our thoughts with ourselves and give our thoughts a voice, while I think it also feels healthy to be self-aware and mindful of how much stock we put into our thoughts.

 

As we converse with and learn to embrace our formerly shrouded emissions of sentiment, there is a juncture in “Night Drags On” that I feel channels the spring in our step we procure when we salute our ripples of progress, acknowledging where we have filled our cup of satiation, even as we continue to review and refine where we are tinkering. On her 2000 song “Yours”, Atoosa intoned in a heavyhearted, raw lament about when love falls short of expectations. “And if you would give me more/Then I would let it slide/And if you would show me your inside/ I would recognize you/And if you would give me more/Than I would still be yours” she dejectedly intonated. By sharing the letdowns and disappointments, it felt as though she was simultaneously demystifying what she did want in love. As a key part of the ongoing trail of attending to the experiential filaments that we previously relegated to abeyance, I admire how ‘Night Drags On” provides an opportunity for a self check-in, looking back upon past goals for love and celebrating the vision of ideal love being actualized.

 

In the sonically scintillant, shimmying “Night Drags On”, when she spiritedly sings “What’s yours is what’s mine/I’m yours and that’s what we become in time/And the pieces that don’t mix/Leave them alone and watch them fly”, I begin envisioning her previous 2000 song “Yours” as a past diary entry, with unadorned, jotted down word-based scribbling of her sagas with love back then, and outlining her hopes for her love department’s future verses. Twenty-one years later, “Night Drags On” feels like discovering this journal from two decades ago, found wedged deeply under the couch, and ruminating on its lens of what love entails, and on the forward motion that has taken place since that journaling session from eons ago. It feels like a harkening back to revisit goals initially set in “Yours” to honour the fulfillment that has been manifested in love, post-journal entry and a tipping of the hat to our personalized, continually evolving conception of ideal love. This lyrical easter egg in “Night Drags On” feels like a reveling in the way that intention setting is a guiding, contributing step towards manifestation. “Night Drags On” feels like an outlet of gratitude for ideal love brought to fruition and continuing to develop daily, and an ode to the marvelous effects of intention setting itself.

 

Studious sounding cello accentuates the irriguous, swampy vibe of title track “Dear Darkness.” The song feels like the proceedings are taking place on a tenebrous seabed. Initially as Atoosa starts singing “And there’s no way out of this place”, there is a drooping exasperation to her delivery. Yet, as the song continues wayfaring, her singing cultivates the traits of a consoling fulgor, increasingly punctuating her vocalizations with radixes of succor. When she emotes the second half of her lyrical sentiment “And there’s no way out of this place/Unless I grow my wings from gills”, it feels as though she is now scenting the possibilities, enunciating with the upreared, resolute ministration of a solution’s sire.

  

Atoosa’s work creates and gestates worlds enlivened with interlacing threads. I visualize that her songs contain built-in creative foyers that limn her inlets of continuity. Atoosa provides lyrical and sonic entranceways to each of the narrative swathes she introduces and fleshes out, italicizing the recurring thematic entries of expression tasseling across her albums.

 

This continuum of detail that Atoosa Grey generously affords her songs is exemplified in “All These Things” when a flurried, unanticipated sound emerges. This surprising sound evokes imagery for me of a clan of birds immersed in flight liftoff. This bird imagery especially resonates, as the addition of this launching-into-flight sound feels like a nod to Atoosa’s previous album title “When the Cardinals Come.” When I process the title “When the Cardinals Come”, I imagine it as a metaphor for love taking flight. As “All These Things” unfolds, I hear a continuance of this thread as if Grey is now following up to provide a sequel to this narrative, filling us in on what airborne love feels like. I feel that there is an interesting interplay at work here between the subliminal manner that this thread emerges, through sound, and the way that the thread is later brought further into discernment, when the birds are referenced directly through her lyrics, when she sings “When the birds/Fill the roof/When they whirl/Two by two/When you’re well/When you feel like hell/You can call/I won’t tell”, voicing the avail of empathy lovingly.

 

Atoosa’s choice of vocal octaves for this song provides an additional synergetic link to “When the Cardinals Come.” At times in “All These Things”, she momentarily veers from her variety-centric, venturesome vocal approach she utilizes throughout the album “Dear Darkness” to hone in on scaling the seraphic spheres of her head voice, the singing coordinates she delved into throughout much of “When the Cardinals Come.” There is such impact in her songwriting’s ongoing discourse of binding ties, in the groovy ways that Atoosa Grey’s ideas and thematic voyages in her songs interact with and build upon one another.

 

There is an eerie, ghostly mysteriousness afoot in the sonic topography of “Storms.” Wary, jittery piano drizzles into a misty reservoir of baffling, risky questions. Orchestra-based reverberations audit for the truth, like a journalist considering all angles, aiming to discern the ostensibly unfathomable. Woodwind-sounding instrumentation later admixes in like a timely installment of motherly wisdom, helping contribute to clarity’s cause. As Atoosa’s voice morphs from singing to a spoken word-singing hybrid to a near-chant, the prevalent mood measuredly transitions from avid tension to a sigh of relief’s nourishment. “Storms” contains Atoosa’s knack for poetic communication in abundance, as when she expresses the lyrical revelation “In the thorns where I never should’ve worn this one/Never should’ve thought there was no danger/In changing for anyone.”

 

Cantering, blithesome guitar carpools compatibly with Atoosa’s vocals in penultimate track “Let Light Through.” There is an initiative-ready energy that abounds here, which effectuates an uplifting aroma. When zeroing in on the melodic constituents at work and when concentrating on Atoosa’s determined vocal inflexion, my mind begins gazing into the ongoing expedition of proactive self-accountability and its sheer value. I hear this parlance of viewing oneself as the lead architect of our undertakings and our standpoints in the lyrical proceedings, as Atoosa fervently sings “Want you to know/I need peace/I’ll close my eyes and breath deep”, affirming how much of a difference-maker and agent for change we can truly be in our own trajectories when we claim self-accountability for our reality.

 

Album closer “Chapters” feels ceremonial, akin to participating in a cathartic ritual of truth expressing. As she shares the courageous, gutsy sentiment “After I had a baby all I wanted was to pretend/Very little had changed/But everybody said then again/Around the bend, slow down, so then/I dragged myself to the piano in a robe/And I asked myself what new things did I think I needed to know/I felt like a kid/Just like my kid”, I take note that this is truth-telling with realness and grace, epitomized, complete with from-the-heart intoning and textured, enlightened sound bowl-adjacent chimes.

 

Atoosa Grey’s new album reaches the soul of our multitudes, as we lean into our veracity, as we partake in self-discovery, as we navigate growth. “Dear Darkness” is a moving toast to the impactful love that inhabits attentive listening, to our inner world’s realms, to each other.

 

 


Wednesday, 14 April 2021

A review of All American- Season 3, Episode 1 (episode entitled "Seasons Pass")

 A review of All American- Season 3, Episode 1

(episode entitled “Seasons Pass”)

(All American episode "Seasons Pass" was written by Nkechi Okoro Carroll
 
Review written by: Nat Bourgon, 2021.

Review edited by: Anne-Lise D.
 
Special thanks to Anne-Lise D. for her immensely enriching and helpful editing of this review!
 
Note: This review provides commentary of my thoughts about the happenings of the television series All American, season 3 episode 1. Plot points and character arcs for episodes prior to this may be mentioned in this review to provide context. My predictions and hopes for future Season 3 episodes are discussed too.

All American is a pivotal, impactful character-driven, ensemble series that cogitates on the transiting of life’s stubble, serenities, growth opportunities and elations. Munificent with the balm of sincerity and a refreshingly open candidness, the show pores over the perplexities and emprises that permeate the adventure called being human. 
 
Season 3 of All American launches with Spencer (the show’s main character, sensational football player, even more heroic human) aboard the bus, journeying from Crenshaw to Beverly Hills. The decision to go with this opening sequence is an immaculate routeway taken by the writers, as it opportunely reaffirms the conceptual through line of “navigating two worlds” (as initially stated by series creator April Blair, and augmented upon through the script writing and leadership of current series showrunner Nkechi Okoro Carroll) as a frontline proponent of the show’s mission statement. It steers our attention to not only the physical distance between the show's two worlds, Crenshaw and Beverly, but chiefly to the innumerable, jarring contrasts and inequalities between them. 
 
Spencer’s character is widely sympathizable and accessible to identify with, especially due to the unbudging weight he lugs of being relied upon as an always-expected-to-be-open human bridge adjoining these two worlds. For Spencer, I imagine that being a buffer between worlds rotates between feeling like a mammoth burden, a virtuous honour to be entrusted as a linkperson, a challenging social responsibility, an opportunity to serve as a catalyst for change, and a chance to instigate communal hope.

When Spencer looks out the window, descrying the community of Crenshaw's surroundings, I see his contemplations as coming not from a low-key, passive plain, but rather from an active ecosystem characterized by a heart-centric championing of his community. Spencer is not merely in observation mode here. He is immersed in a place of deep engagement, and his steadfast loyalty and dedication to his community is palpable. This scene brings to mind how elevating beyond reflection mode into a primed framework of immersive participation is a pivotal step when seeking to enact change.
 
Spencer has made the decision to leave the comfortable lifestyle in Beverly Hills that he experienced while living with Coach Billy Baker’s family and spend his senior year enrolled at South Crenshaw High. At the end of Season 2, he asked Coach Baker (his coach at Beverly who has now resigned from coaching there) to make the move with him over to Crenshaw High, and an intrigued, gung ho Billy agreed. By selecting this course of action, Spencer is doing his part to help ensure that South Crenshaw High doesn’t become a magnet school, which would leave admission to the school up to the arbitrary fate of a lottery system. 
 
That Spencer made this choice is a testament to his public-spirited inclination to put his community first, above his own comfort, above his smoothest path back to the football championship (which would be staying at Beverly High). Spencer is a humanitarian with a hospitable, condoling heart. He comports with a team-first fibre of being, both on the field and in life.
 
It is impactful that Olivia Baker (activist, soul hub and bedrock of the Baker family, conscientious, attentive support system to her loved ones, and daughter of Laura Fine-Baker and Billy Baker) has been elected President of the Black Lives Matter Student Caucus. I deduce that Olivia is beginning to comprehend that her attuned empathy, philanthropic sensitivity and unabridged braving of rewiring and alchemizing the status quo are scintillating strengths that she can utilize to lead instrumental shifts and collective reform in society. 
 
Olivia is the leader that you feel prompted and compelled to deposit your trust in. Her willingness to listen wholeheartedly, and her loyalty to her intrinsic values have upraised her patience and tenaciousness, qualities that others attentively and vivaciously respond to in a leader. Her resolute commitment to breeding authentic openness and her noble dedication to calling out and standing up against racism and prejudice have been building connately, from her associateship in women’s peer/personal development group SoLa Muse, to the activism awareness-raising of her “Liv the Truth” podcast hosting, to her new and perhaps most influential role yet as president of the Caucus.
 
I hope to see Olivia continue to advocate for social justice, civility, and rectitude, putting her zeal, abundant voice and generously vouchsafed hours behind lobbying for what she knows is right. Being such a giving character, and having a history of overextending herself to show up devoutly for others, I am praying that she remains mindful of carving out space for meeting her own needs, while continuing to look out for her causes and comrades. 

In Season 1, I felt that Spencer and Asher’s relationship was initially characterized by mistrust and uneasiness. Their relationship has gradually evolved from there, at first growing to cordial teammates with a mutual, albeit terse respect for each other, and later to supportive teammates who receptively share a friend circle. Now, at the outset of Season 3, I was reveling at seeing Asher’s face grin with such genuine enthusiasm when Spencer drops by the Baker residence. That Asher is displaying conviviality and warmth when greeting Spencer, without residual tentativeness or misgivings, speaks volumes about the kindly progression of their relationship. 

 

With Spencer and Olivia gradually fathoming how entwined and compatible they truly are, amid Asher and Olivia’s current romantic relationship, and with Spencer getting set to play football for the opposing team this season, I do sense that the dynamic between Spencer and Asher will likely tread towards complex, unsettled territory. 

The show’s writers have constantly excelled at approaching its characters with the utmost of care, without invoking larger-than-life soap opera-esque drama for drama’s sake. I greatly admire that way that this series tenderly reigns-in the emotionally heightened moments with an earnest, layered milieu. I think that All American thrives at articulating consequential scenes with a true-to-life tact, rather than resorting to cinematic and over-the-top inflection. The character arcs unfold unstilted and incrementally, which pulls viewers in closer to the boatloads of realism inherent in this show. In my perspective, character evolution in All American continually feels earned and realistic, and I’m confident that the Asher-Olivia-Spencer entangled quagmire will be broached with a thoughtful and measured delicacy. 

It is heartwarming to be privy to the success of Coop (songwriter aficionado and Spencer’s longtime best pal) and Layla (bold and enterprising music producer-manager, whom has dated Spencer) as a musical team, to rejoice in their own buoyant reactions to their recent crescendo of progress. Both Coop and Layla navigated trying times in Season 2, so it is assuaging to see them finding entrustment, congeniality and fun-loving levity in each other through their shared artistic pursuit and friendship. Hearing Coop mirthfully read the flat-out endorsement of a review that they received from their summer tour, and experiencing Layla triumphantly relish in their teamwork and career fulfillment is so satisfying on a sentient level.

After taking several personal strides forward as a father, and as an individual intent on making a difference in the synergetic social fabrics, we are reminded of Billy Baker’s abstruseness when he comes face-to-face with his past indiscretions once again. This time it arrives in the form of some untoward history with Superintendent D’Angelo Carter, from their high school days. Carter’s choice to raise the required GPA average for football eligibility at Crenshaw High comes alongside his reveal that Billy subjected him to teenage bullying. D’Angelo remarked that this lead to his teenaged self being dispatched off to boarding school, a severely unwelcomed outcome for him.

D’Angelo is promoting equality and accountability by ensuring that football players are not given special treatment academically. However, it is clear that he is also relishing the fact that this time, he holds the cards and is in a position of power over Billy. D’Angelo is aware that his decision will put Billy in a tough spot as a football coach. In D’Angelo’s mind, watching Billy squirm a bit seems to be an added perk of his policy ruling. D’Angelo’s resentment about his past encounters with Billy appears to be a consideration firmly in play, wheedling his decision. Contrastingly, Superintendent D’Angelo Carter is spot-on with his ethically valid point about maintaining bias-free objectivity in the school. The personal and the socio-political are chaffering ruggedly, and this is gearing up to be a particularly fascinating storyline. 

It is disconcerting watching Patience (budding songwriter and Coop’s girlfriend) repress the factual reality from Coop about why she left the tour early. Having recently gotten back together, I’d really like to see them start their reunion off on the right foot, with trust and transparency behind the relationship wheel, in their car of partnership. 

Laura Fine-Baker is a passionate, dedicated attorney, a reliable, invested mother to Olivia and Jordan (and second-mother figure to Spencer), an approachable, generous and warm person, and Billy’s wife whom he is presently separated with, but on increasingly good terms with, as co-parents, friends, and as a potential future more-than-friends pairing. 

It is no fluke that All American ascends to its peak levels when Laura’s scenes are well integrated into the show’s story arcs that carry implications extending beyond her immediate family unit. 

Mo’s impromptu, unsolicited visit to the Baker residence to speak to Laura about Tyrone is marked by a heightened tenseness. Laura wears her collected District Attorney metaphorical hat of professionalism in the intensity of the moment when interacting with Mo, but you can tell that she is perturbed by Mo’s surprise drop-in and verbal pushiness. Laura is such a genuine, straight-up character, and one who can foster a comfortable, amicable relationship with just about any character she interacts with in a matter of seconds.  Turning to Laura as a barometer for a moment, I’ll say this: That Laura of all people is less than trusting towards Mo’s claimed wholesome intentions suggests a lot about Mo’s potential for fishy dubiousness. 

Laura is navigating confusing territory, as her obligations as a DA conflicts at times with her role as Crenshaw community ally and Coop’s entrusted source of morality. Her support for Crenshaw is driven by her ethics, values and commitment to equality. Yet, Laura viewing Spencer as a second son spiritually also gives her a familial-oriented investment in the wellbeing and flourishing of Spencer’s extended, spiritual community, which Coop is a central part of.  

I am glad that Laura chooses to confide in Billy about Mo’s visit. If anyone understands the sticky complications of umpiring the personal and the professional, it is Billy Baker. I’d like to see Billy and Laura discover an influx of common ground in their shared experiences of the difficulties of balancing their involved personal ties with the impartiality and stoicism required in their professional positions. Maybe this shared commonality will help both of them recognize more insights about additional past deterrents that contributed to their marriage diming, prompting more open conversations and hopefully setting the table for an eventual second chance.

I nervously paused with reservations at Billy’s comment to Gracie (Spencer’s mom) insinuating that Mika wasn’t thriving in the passion department in his relationship with Gracie. To date, All American has done an admirable job at contextualizing Billy and Grace’s close friendship as being principally in service of Spencer and his proclivities. I have given accolades to the writing staff for not crossing into unnatural romance territory with Billy and Grace, a move that I feel would be more about creating dramatic ripples and improvidently reconfiguring character relationship dynamics than about flowing with and honouring the show’s characters and their incurred essences. 

With Billy having moved back to his old Crenshaw stomping grounds and with him spending a considerable amount of time at the James residence offering advocacy to Spencer, it might feel tempting for the writers to re-open the Billy and Gracie flirtation floodgates. I hope that the show allows Grace and Billy’s relationship to remain durably platonic. I think resisting the stirring-things-up urge here would be in the show’s best interest, as the adjustments and changes this would ask of Spencer would likely take his focus away from his community and from football. I think Grace and Billy should be doing all they can to help Spencer have an optimal, undisruptive senior year. Gracie and Billy being together would be aviating their impulsive predilections higher on the importance scale than Spencer’s consistent needs, which wouldn’t be consistent with who Gracie and Billy are as characters. It would also generate dialysis in the Baker household as well as in the Baker-James friendships.

There’s also the matter of the tropical rapport that is daintily restocking between Laura and Billy to consider. While separated, Laura and Billy are promulgating a leagued coordination. They have a compatibility and chemistry that goes beyond a doctrinal co-parenting relationship. I hanker for a chance to watch Laura and Billy go on a season-long unfurling journey that leads them to realize that with their current self-imposed, respectful boundaries intact, they are actually gelling in the most healthiest, cohesive way they ever have right now, and that a love deeper than they have ever known is feasible to be found in each other.

The scene where Laura Fine-Baker, Billy Baker and Gracie James find themselves in the same room at the school is a series defining moment for me, encapsulating evolution, maturation and mindfulness. The sequence opens with Laura noticing Billy and Grace enjoying a playful moment with each other. At first, as she approaches the room, Laura ephemerally flinches at seeing Gracie and Billy sharing a friendly, innocent laugh, as if the past’s memory bank is momentarily reconvening leeriness and misgivings for a split second. 

Laura then moves past the residual sting, tentatively enters the room, and invites Spencer to join the upcoming Baker family weekly dinner. Gracie is on her way out, and just as she is about to leave, Laura astutely diagnoses that the burry history between herself, Gracie and Billy doesn’t get to have dibs on their present tense any longer. With her earlier tentativeness now in the rear-view, Laura rises above the blemishes of this trio’s history and widens the scope of her dinner invitation, asking Gracie and Dillon (Gracie's youngest son and Spencer's brother) to attend too. Gracie accepts Laura’s invite with happy tears in her eyes, and there is caveat-free relief, forgiveness, acceptance and a clean-slate imbuing the airspace. 

I appreciate that Billy takes a moment after Gracie departs the room to express gratitude to Laura for her benevolence. Laura’s gesture indicates that she is truly letting bygones be bygones. Billy would have likely hoped for cordiality from Laura when it comes to Gracie, but yet again Laura ends up going above and beyond and brings a welcoming, friendly graciousness to her interaction with Gracie and her subsequent invitation.

Laura is my choice for “character of the episode” award, even resting on the strength of her conversation with Gracie alone. By the time she reveals to Billy that she dropped by to honour her long-standing tradition with cooking and hand-delivering one of Billy’s favourite meals to him, as an offering of good luck for his forthcoming first game of the football season, even as they are currently separated, Laura’s thorough goodness is filling my cup with the genuine juice called marvelling.  

Throughout Jordan (Pragmatic and diplomatic, football quarterback for Beverly, Billy and Laura's son, and Spencer’s brother-adjacent friend) and his girlfriend Simone’s relationship, I’ve felt that we’ve seen Jordan spend a considerable amount of time deliberating on Simone’s affectivities. Jordan’s love for Simone traverses beyond rumination. At every turn, Jordan has proactively taken tangible, concrete steps to put Simone first. He has been veritably loyal and profoundly supportive. While Simone has been appreciative of Jordan (making Jordan a football highlight reel in the season 2 finale comes to mind), I had been waiting to see Simone prioritize Jordan consistently with similar assiduity.

In this episode, after giving up her baby for adoption, Simone opens up to her father, revealing that she is momentarily avoiding Jordan because she knows how much he loves her baby. In a moment where I would have expected Simone to be chiefly grappling with her own teetering feelings about the adoption, it is tremendously affecting to witness her resonant sensitivity towards Jordan. I admire and appreciate the level of prevalence and consideration in which she gave to Jordan’s feelings here, while honouring and working through her own emotionally strenuous time. I am having an emotional response to the tendrils of movement made here in their relationship, which is incredible considering Jordan and Simone barely interacted in this episode. However, with Simone’s character set to feature in the All American spinoff series in the works, I’m apprehensive that this doesn’t bode well for this couple’s future together.

Upon receiving some particularly perceptive and timely advice from his brother Dillon, Spencer comes to recognize how his decision to leave Beverly Hills carries reverberations that extend beyond school politics and team jersey logos. While living with the Bakers and playing football at Beverly, Spencer gradually developed a brotherly bond with Jordan. Through spending time with Spencer, Jordan has matured into a more self-aware and decisive individual. 

Jordan also has grown closer with his sister Olivia following a period of sibling disconnect, and their reconnection was partially prompted by Spencer’s deep kindred spirit-ship with Olivia. Spencer’s presence in his life continues to positively impact Jordan’s world colossally. With Spencer’s thoughts largely occupied on being unfairly misrepresented by the journalist, Spencer momentarily misplaces his grasp on how his leaving Beverly will affect Jordan.  

Spencer’s voicemail message to Jordan near the episode’s end is heartily moving. It outclasses the traditional brand of apology, which often comes from a reactive place. Spencer’s apology bucks the mediocre apology trend by being proactive. It is reassuring and receptive when Spencer lets Jordan know that he values their friendship substantially. Spencer is teeming with glorious initiative when he expresses definitively that he won’t let his changing zip code infringe upon their brotherhood. 

Senior year’s brand of stresses, college looming, anticipated fluctuation in romantic relationships for both Jordan and Spencer, and no longer having the built-in buffer and springboard of being teammates that organically leads to conversations shared may make Spencer’s pledge to prioritize their friendship a bit harder to sustain than he realizes. Their friendship feels paramount to both characters’ life learning curves. I think it will be an interesting odyssey watching Spencer and Jordan, who often activate each other’s ontogeny runway, seek to preserve their bond, as the pressures proliferate and the situational infrastructure in which their friendship was built goes through modification after modification. 

I am quizzically circumspect about Layla and Spencer’s seemingly extempore decision to get back together. In the second half of Season 2, post-breakup, Spencer and Layla grew much more real with each other. They stomached the tough conversations head-on, and they came through for each other with stalwart support during trying times. I recognize that in this season 3 premiere, the details surrounding what occurred in the summer aren’t yet revealed, so that does tinker with what we can reasonably expect with Layla and Spencer in this particular episode. However, my concern about their romantic reconciliation stems from how in this episode, I thought their dialect of sharing felt glaringly pitted in their screen time together. I think these two characters have a lot to talk about, and that there is some serious parrying transpiring between them.

I also feel that in this episode, Spencer has not been forthright with Layla about the extent of his closeness with Olivia, about how his connection with Olivia has been gradually fructifying as a subtle, surging backdrop, gathering momentum and revealing itself as the budding real deal. During this episode, due to Spencer curtaining the truth about his summer (likely originating out of a sense of compassion and sensitivity for Layla and her feelings), the breadth of the one-of-a-kind vinculum shared between Spencer and Olivia is left understated in Layla’s mind. Also, we haven’t seen Layla have a heart-to-heart with Spencer lately about the sundry of ways that she is evolving, including through starting a record label and managing Coop’s music career, and also through her gallant openness to pullulating her trust with her father, after a lifetime of feeling acutely disappointed by him.

I intuit that this relationship regrouping between Layla and Spencer is starting off with misimpressions, under-sharing, withholding, and truncations of the truth in play. Their reunion is laden with crevices and cavities, to the point where the footing that their relationship is hinging on feels fickle and feeble. I anticipate that their recoupling will be fleeting, and I hope that they’ll be able to salvage their friendship when their college try of reinvigorating their romance runs out of wiggle room and contingencies.

It is so nice to hear laughter at the Baker dinner table, with Gracie and Dillon in attendance and enjoying themselves. I love seeing Gracie and Laura both qualm-free and in a good place with each other. How meaningful it must be for Spencer to see his mom, Billy and Laura all share a dinner table and enjoy each other’s company.

I am happy to see Olivia and Spencer strive for balance and offer mutual support in their connection, even as they experience some challenging hurdles. There are heaps of synergy and alignment between these two, boundless cosmos of love. I am glad to see her praise and embrace Spencer following his honest vulnerability with Billy. I am relieved to see Spencer’s forthright candour with Billy about the numbness flare up in his arm. Spencer’s trust in Billy Baker continues to accentuate. Spencer and Billy’s new situation at Crenshaw finds them integrating their dreams and ambitions, banking on the concerted, craning nature of their special connection. I think they are seeing firsthand how having unwavering faith in each other and deep-seated alignment is imperative for the fulfilment and custom definitions of success they are each after.

All American is a series that chronicles and ponders the understated swerves, predicaments and delights in our lives. Equipped with an ensemble of multi-dimensional, ever-germinating characters, conscientious and thought out writing that examines the gnarled intricacies we encounter, a patient maturity, a shrewd, organic sense of perspicuity about where its arcs are headed, and an unflinching commitment to raw frankness, All American’s season 3 premiere is a vital, rewarding documentation of the stammering quandaries of humanness.  

Sunday, 1 November 2020

Nat's Favourite Albums of 2020 (in progress)/Most Anticipated Forthcoming Albums

 Nat's Favourite Albums of 2020 (in progress)

Kris Delmhorst- Long Day in the Milky Way

Rachel Garlin- Mondegreens

Amy Blaschke- Newage Daydream

Stephen Malkmus- Traditional Techniques 

Gary Olson- self-titled

Travis- 10 Songs

Louise Goffin- Two Different Movies

Laura Veirs- My Echo

The Chicks- Gaslighter

Destroyer- Have We Met

Jenny Reynolds- Any Kind of Angel

Chantal Kreviazuk- Get to You


Most Anticipated Forthcoming Albums:

Dudley- Beautiful Confusion

Atoosa Grey- Dear Darkness

Jennifer Daniels- Untitled 5th solo album

Randi Driscoll- Untitled 6th solo album

Anne McCue- Untitled 7th solo album

Jennifer Terran- The California National Anthem 

Katell Keineg- Untitled 5th solo album

Marianne Flemming- Untitled 4th solo album

Annabelle Chvostek- String of Pearls- March 26th 2021

Damon and Naomi- Untitled 9th album

Liz Phair- Untitled 7th solo album

Shelley Short- Untitled 6th solo album

Corrina Repp- Untitled 8th solo album

Emma Pollock- Untitled 4th solo album

Jen Wood- Untitled 6th solo album

Jenny Labow- Untitled 4th solo album

Sophie B. Hawkins- Untitled 6th solo album

Noe Venable- Untitled 5th solo album

Beth Nielsen Chapman- Untitled 11th solo album

Caithlin De Marrais- 3rd solo album

Kathryn Williams- Untitled 10th solo album

Jennifer O'Connor- Untitled 7th solo album

The Wrens- Untitled 4th album


Songwriters/Musicians I've Discovered in 2020 that have Inspired me: 

Jodie Manross

Kari Newhouse

Aerin Tedesco

Jessica Owen

Beth Lodge-Rigal

Kathryn Priestley

Marianne Flemming

Katherine Schell

Stacey Board

Holly Figueroa 

Nicole Gordon

Laurel Brauns

Luann Olson

Amanda Garrigues

Beth Waters

Spokane

April McLean






Sunday, 14 July 2019

Heather Nova- "Pearl" review


Heather Nova- "Pearl" review

July 2019

Written by Nat Bourgon



Heather Nova’s songs have long been grappling with the role of duality in our inner, emotional landscapes. Throughout her career, Nova has delved into this exploration in a variety of ways: She has tracked down and zeroed in on the seemingly microscopic-like, cloaked blessings obscured by challenging inclement conditions. She has paired hopeful, triumphant sounding instrumentation with pained realizations, to add levity to the sting of strain. She has merged a contemplative, soothing edition of her vocal timbre with palpable musical tension. Heather Nova is at her best when she directs her vocal delivery, lyrical message and soundscapes to be disparate, divergent faculties and chooses to create an eclectic hodgepodge of variability. When Nova reaches for contrast with her song ingredients instead of cohesion, her music is at its most purposeful and enlightening. Fortunately, on her new album “Pearl”, Heather Nova’s awareness of her strengths continues to burgeon, as she takes an amorphous and enterprising approach throughout, resulting in her most moving, inventive, raw, and revelatory album to date.


She's writing about more personal, intimate topics here, so the emotive resonance runs deeper. The music veers from soaring to insular to cathartic to searching, often changing the predominant mood up over the duration of an individual song. The production is refreshingly more fluid and organic than on her classic 90’s albums "Oyster" and "Siren", generously allowing the songs the space and patience necessary to reveal their own identity and intent, instead of the production itself sealing the songs’ respective and collective mantras.


Opener “The Wounds We Bled” examines how reflection and mindfulness can work in tandem to help us accept a relationship’s end. Nova’s lyrics are invested in soaking up the insights learnt in the arena of self-awareness and past experience to improve the scope of our present tense, and mitigate unnecessary dwelling that no longer serves us.


"All the Rivers" sonically channels the emboldened thrill of a July heat wave, gladly siding with impulse over logic, freedom over rules. The guitars chime with a delightfully thorny, wild abandon and infectious hunger, creating an evocative scene that exemplifies the open-ended, adventurous journey of new love being embraced. “All the Rivers” validates that the ensuing curiosity and spark of new love can persist long past the honeymoon phase when inquisitiveness and ongoing learning are committed to being nurtured.

The build-up in tempo and persona from minimalism to fullness, from hushed to bustling that occurs in "Rewild Me" positions the song as an album standout. Nova alternates between sounding pensive and intrigued here, reaching for the mystical enlightenment and spiritual development that nature offers us in spades, yet retaining some healthy caution and discretion towards unpredictability. 


“Some Things Just Come Undone" possesses a crackling rock flare, and her fired-up, edgy singing finds synchronicity with the instrumentation's intensity, even as the lyrics tell a harrowing story of dissonance, where the optimism of childlike innocence meets reality’s harshness for perhaps the first time. Musically, there is a sense of unrest and clamor here, like the grasp on control is slowly but scarily unbuckling, as though there is a sheer helplessness involved, a sense of inevitability that can’t be circumvented despite every best effort.


“After All This Time” feels nearly celestial at the outset, as the gentle cellos accent the dream-like state we are blissfully dropped into. Thankfully, contrast prevails again, as Nova’s lyrics detail how her reality’s current blessings have finally outdone the wish list of her dreams. Midway through, the cozy, settled ambiance awakens from its mid-day nap with the heavenly vocals transitioning to restlessness, and the agreeable melodic inclinations turning cragged, like a compact-sized sailboat rattled by a slew of unexpected waves. It is as if the dream-like, pristine state gives way to reality’s ripples of imperfection, yet it is reality with its disorder, chaos and immeasurable beauty that ultimately wins out. “After All This Time” suggests that it is reality that gets the nod over the dream-like state because reality is the more authentic and meaningful experience, pros, pitfalls and all.


“Just Kids” sparkles with a youthful frame of mind, a sensuality, showcasing the benefits of incorporating playfulness and wonder into our daily lives. From listening to this song, it is evident that we as a society need to reduce our obsession with allowing age to define us. “Just Kids” presents the very agreeable proposition that we should be defined by the temperature of our outlook rather than by the numeric tally of our years so far on the planet. “Don’t Worry What the Experts Say” is sage and discerning, yet her vocal delivery carries a sense of longing and self-awareness. That these two tracks flow into one another and co-exist as neighbours on “Pearl” so seamlessly, and that they embody such inverse provisos is a further testament to the range-laden, flavourful, diverse medley of styles, textures and approaches that inhabit “Pearl.”

"See Yourself” is Heather’s ode to her sister, celebrating the beacon of light and inspirational being that she is to Heather. Yet, the track also works as a tribute to perspective, as it considers the way we are often our own toughest critics, and how hard it can be at times to learn to see ourselves in the positive light that others see us in so effortlessly. “See Yourself” encourages her sister to honour and take pride in the splendor of her own vibrational energy and spirit, and reminds her that self-love is at the root of external love, since the energy we put out into the universe is perceptively sensed by others and will shape the way others respond to us in turn. The crunchy sonic seasoning lends the song a caustic, cautionary mannerism, which juxtaposes with her motivating lyrics and alleviating diction.

Heather Nova’s music has been navigating the oft-blurry lines between grit and serenity for years, and this new album captures her most successful balancing act of the two. Her singing here is more animated, passionate and expressive than ever before, doing justice to the skyscraper-high stakes of these new songs. “Pearl” reminds us that our enjoyment and fulfillment in life is maximized when we embrace the opportunities for transformation that live in contrast’s choppy waters and choose to paddle onward with love, intention setting and fortitude, despite the world’s external chaos, despite our hurdles. “Pearl” stands as a roaring and sincere album brimming with life, wisdom, heart, and artistry, a first-rate indicator of the Heather Nova’s agile musicianship, poetic astuteness, imaginative capacities and grounded outlook.



Tuesday, 1 January 2019

2019 in Music: Nat's Most Anticipated Albums of 2019

2019 in Music: Nat's Most Anticipated Albums of 2019 


Anne McCue- Untitled 7th solo album- TBD 2019

Kaitlyn Ni Donovan- Untitled 2nd solo album- TBD 2019/2020

 Nicky Mehta (from "The Wailin' Jennys")-  2nd solo album- TBD Fall 2019 (tentative)

Heather Woods Broderick- Invitation- April 19th 2019

A Girl Called Eddy- Been Around- TBD 2019

Sophie B. Hawkins-  Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019

Heather Nova- Pearl- TBD Spring 2019

Rachel Garlin- Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019

Versus- Ex Nihilo EP- May 3rd 2019

Versus- 6th full-length studio album- TBD Summer 2019

Isobel Campbell (ex-Belle and Sebastian)- TBD 2019

Cass McCombs- Tip of the Sphere- February 8th 2019

Amy Annelle- High Country- TBD 2019/2020

Jennifer Terran- Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019/2020

Gary Olson (from "The Ladybug Transistor") - Untitled debut solo album- TBD Summer 2019

Katell Keineg- Untitled 5th solo album- TBD 2019/2020

Dar Williams-Untitled 11th solo album- TBD 2019

Amy Blaschke- Lightning Heart- TBD 2019

Fond Farewells (includes Megan Reilly)- Untitled debut studio album- TBD 2019

Noe Venable- Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019/2020

Jenny Lewis- On the Line-March 22nd 2019

Tracy Shedd- Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019

Juliana Hatfield- Weird- January 18th 2019

Guster- Look Alive- January 18th 2019

Dido- Still On My Mind- March 8th 2019

Mates of State- Untitled 7th studio album- TBD 2019/2020

The Owls- Untitled 2nd studio album- TBD 2019

Hannah Marcus- Untitled 6th solo album- TBD 2019/2020

Nina Nastasia- Untitled 7th solo album- TBD

Dixie Chicks- Untitled 8th studio album- TBD 2019