When it comes to female singers, I have always favored the duet; Porter and Dolly, George and Tammy, Gram and Emmylou, John and Exene. It’s not that I am a misogynist, perhaps it’s the fact that I cannot relate. I prefer my singer songwriters to sing both kinds of music; Sad AND Angry.
And then there is Lydia Loveless. Her songs range from drinking, fighting and fucking (yes, she drops the f-bomb). She wields a mighty acoustic guitar and sings sweet melodies, weaves songs of boredom, malfeasance, and defiance. She takes the spirit of Loretta Lynn without the fear of god and the rockabilly swagger of Wanda Jackson with a touch of former label mate Neko Case. Her rants of not fitting in, drinking gallons of wine and wanting to be left alone set her apart from my aforementioned inability to relate. In fact, she can deliver enough spit without a backing band to cause me to travel a ridiculous amount of space to see her this Thursday to see if she can live up to my impressions. Maybe I’m convinced.
Lydia Loveless – Can’t Change Me
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