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You don't have to tell me that.
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Feisty ladies and Feist (iv) Sounds great (take 2)
ATTENTION - CORRECTION in first para of Bloggers-boobies-people-music pls read it x x x slightly right-of-center x x x Corrected lead follows: ///
She's slightly right-of-center and will thus lend me a helping hand, if required, when I keep falling the other way.
She's crafty, creative and currently on vacation with one of her kids.
She's anti-feminist and got "a (very) little prodding" to found not a cult, but a community.
I'm not allowed to join, since I'm inappropriately equipped, or so Cindy 'Dusting my Brain' 'Squipper' tells me in an unsolicited but nicely posted note.
All these things I know because of Cindy and 'Note-it Posts', which is where she -- Dana that is -- lives and made a launch-pad for 'Bloggers with Boobies'.
By way of equally unsolicited condolences, Cindy suggested that I might lend some uplifting support for booby-proud bloggers.
Which, as the Faithful Five ¾ may well imagine by now, struck me as the natural thing to do. Especially in the wake of last week's conversation at the Factory about bra-burning. But I'd better spare you that... Thus it was done.
And when Dana gets back from Texas, she'll find a note promising a joke in exchange for a link to the support of my support. If you're now satisfactorily lost, you can have the joke straight away, courtesy of the Kid, who will alarmingly soon be a blogger with boobies herself.
Marianne sent me a pair of iBoobs -- "i" is in -- from 'Joe Cartoon' (Flash site: 'Gerbil in a light socket')...
To confuse you just a little more, Cindy said she fell over me by accident (or perhaps by design) when I led her to Natalie, who has been left alone lately since Augustine on March 4 got an exclusive interview with GOD.
By the way, I didn't buy the "anti-feminist" line for a minute, despite the bold declaration. So I looked further and found that what Dana really objects to is "the post-femiNazi generation". She wants them to "Suck my left tit!" If I'm not being a right tit, what this must mean is that Dana & Co are anti-feminist post-femiNazi feminists.
Which must make them non-PC and puts them in good company here.
Yes, all right. I'll talk about music instead.
Her early career left behind, Leslie Feist (more Flash) is a Canadian who has adopted Paris and whom I discovered a week or two before 'Les Inrocks' published Renaud Monfourny's picture stolen here.*
"You can be a girl who cries in the bath and the next minute goes out to party all night long," Leslie tells the magazine in an interview published this week.
That's exactly the way she sounds on 'Let It Die' (or Amazon Fr.), released this month.
I'll let the Kid write the first review for Amazon, since she'd like to try to win a gift voucher for 100 euros, since we're both knocked out by Leslie's astonishing voice, which is more liquid crystal.
 Whether introspective or in festive mood, Feist gets every note right with the vocal control of a Madonna after training, and to the Kid's ears, no less than the star quality and intimacy of a Norah Jones. Neither comparison gets her right, though.
Feist switches register and dynamics with absolute ease and often the most sparing and accomplished of accompaniments put to the service of poetry set to music.
Six of the memorable songs -- as far as I can make out from some very small print on a CD which deliberately says nothing at all about her and the other musicians -- are written by Feist, while she also spans the decades and performs a couple of jazzy standards by Blossom Dearie. In 'Les Inrocks', Christophe Conte says she dug "When I was a Young Girl" out of the "fabulous archives of the ethnomusicologist Alan Lomax" ('Dirty Linen').
Her style is ... well, if you can find the word for such an eclectic album, you're as clever as I was when I found Feist in a FNAC store during my ongoing quest in pursuit of the voices of remarkable women.
A passage in Conte's interview puts it nicely:
"Feist recounts that she found the ideal illustration of her life as an artist the first time she clambered up to the top of the Arc de Triomphe and saw the avenues leaving in every possible direction from the place de l'Etoile. But the star, now, is her, and the triumph, moreover, won't hang around long before taking her by surprise in her anonymity."
She wasn't that anonymous, as Mike Bell wrote three years back for Jam! (Calgary Sun), but is one of those people who feel they've lived several lives already.
"When I wrote those songs," she says today of 'Monarch', her first "solo" album released then, "I found myself alone for the first time, in a town where I knew nobody."
To quote the rest would be stretching the "fair use" principle, but Leslie gives the impression that if people describe 'Let it Die' as her first solo recording, they wouldn't be far from the truth.
Let it die is what she's done. Let's hope her next life is a good one.
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*All flaws in the scaled-down detail from Renaud Monfourny's picture are a reflection of my relative incompetence and not of his work. There's more of the latter at, for example, the Fun Lovin' Criminals (flcnyc).
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