I Have A Music

Holy dang. I very nearly forgot to tell you guys about the most recent project that I started taking seriously but that, in the long proud tradition of all great projects, started as a joke. Behold this comically understated "band" which consists of yours truly, Auntie Reba, singing songs, the end. Seriously. Thats the whole thing. Said project is monikered House Red, aka the cheapest wine available, aka swanky not skanky, aka look let's just keep it classy even though I've got circa five US dollars to my name. House Red. Gussying up your life no matter what kind of skank-storm the cosmos is surrounding you with. I'll have some crucial east coast dates listed shortly for this fall. Please dooooooo feel free to keep up with this project here or here.

Divine, Indeed

There Is Just Nothing Better Than Klaus Nomi

What Dreams....

Every once in a great miraculous while the people will say to me "Reba, your vocals remind me so much of Siouxie Sioux. I hope you'll accept it as a compliment." Thank Jesus. While I'm going to assume this has more to do with gratuitous reverb use coupled with feeling it (lest I fall too in love with myself) I'll take it. In recent years I've had the epiphany that the great majority of the music I have loved the most over the course thus far of my natural days can more or less be boiled down to crooning, and Siouxie sits right atop this crooning cake. My most beloved illustration of said queen's said crooning is this song right here, embedded below for your convenience. Just brace yourself for that bas line/vocals tango that goes down at 1:15-1:18. That's the kind of three seconds that simultaneously causes me to believe that the most perfect moment in music has already been made and I should just resign myself to sitting back and basking in it, while alternately feeling that I may just lock myself in a room to sing some songs and never leave. Either seems like a good option. Looks like Siouxie is a Gemini, which makes sense.