To discover a sound you can walk in; a sound which scares you and yet reminds you of that sweet, same fear that is being alive; a sound which pulses in each further step you take and pulses in your spine is an uncommon thing.
Any regular visitors would have noticed a link pop up in my Delicious links to the right there for Zoe Keating. Hers is this sound.
I thought I’d be able to leave it at a link but hers is a unique melancholy.
It is the soft warmth of expectant hope ebbing on the knowing, aged realization that each time a new happiness is known, so too is the understanding of its its fragile new-born nature and the possibility of its end – making it all the more important.
I haven’t heard an album and I’m not the first to know her music. I’m assured it’s available online and I’ve managed to find some tracks to download for free.
What I do know is that the next time she plays in London. I’ll be there.