The bare blue bulb in Secret Studios' rehearsal space and my high iso mate and spawn something like night vision. Cables coiled round the tight space, Annie Girl wails against the static-hum of line noise. For some reason, in the muggy, trapped-in air, I thought out Wallace Stevens's the Snowman from start to conclusion and realized...Annie should be barefoot.
If you haven't heard about annie Girl, you will. I'm proud to present the first in a series of live performance videos featuring Annie Girl & the Flight playing their record release show at the Rickshaw Stop in San Francisco. I can't say enough about Annie's raw, crowd-silencing talent and brilliant songwriting, and frankly, I don't need to. She casts a spell with natural ease. Enjoy!
Stay tuned for more Annie Girl & The Flight videos to come.
Me and Conor documented The Family Folk Explosion in Twain Harte last weekend. Here's the first of a round of soon-to-come videos. Onstage, Annie melted us all with her new, yet-to-be titled song. Earlier in the day we recorded an accoustic version in the Stark's Ranch teevee room.
I like the contrast between the two performances in this video, and the way the song holds us with equal power, whether belted from a stage with the Faimly Folk's exploding guitar riffs or sighed out in the post-freak sleepover pillow-n-blanketed mess of the Stark Ranch's guest entertainment room. Watch and enjoy.