Okay, so my last post was all about Train and how I think they’re the best band in the world, and hear I am about to write about a completely different artist with a totally different sound and a in a radically different genre (Although I must disagree with itunes having categorized Train as “pop.” To me, pop music will always be a genre marred by sell-out boy bands, but for your sake, I’ll avoid this rant.). Well, please don’t think me a hypocrite for apparently shifting my musical taste. The truth is, I do so love Train; Train is my true love. I consider it like this, I am married to Train, but I occasionally have a passionate love affair with other artists and genres (This statement is not meant to reflect my views on real marriage. Beau, you’re the only man I need.) That said, I would like to present Melody Gardot:
As I’ve said before, I listen to a wide variety of music. For a while, I’ve had a tendency to listen to Jazz while studying. I discovered Miss Gardot while listening to a Jazz station on Pandora radio. I heard “Our Love is Easy,” and I was hooked.
Her voice isn’t that traditional perfection that my voice teacher would love, but there’s something captivating about it. Her tone reveals knowledge of love and heartache that can only be learned through experience. Her lyrics are not only unique and creative, but also sensual—without being scandalous. (Okay, so maybe her lyrics are a little scandalous, but we could all use some scandal in our lives, am I right?) To put it simply, she does not try to mimic the immortal stars of the Jazz Age, like so many modern jazz singers try to do. She’s not a Billie Holliday or Ella Fitzgerald impersonator, singing slightly different lyrics. Her sound is completely her own. Her voice and her lyrics are not vague representations of a dying age. She has made a wonderful genre her own playground, molding it to fit her own unique musical style without breaking the rules.
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