The Grouchy Gaijin's Thoughts on Music and Such

A couple of weeks ago I received an e-mail from Lisa Jaeggi asking me to take a listen to her album Oh Lady You Shot Me. I'll cut to the chase. I love this record. You can listen to all of the tracks on the album at her My Space page.

I'm not really sure what category to use when describing her music. Its kind of like folk, except its good. I am a bit surprised that I like her stuff so much. There isn't a single guitar solo on the whole album. What there is, in abundance however, is pretty, melodic, music that has a good rhythm and a soulful groove. This is all while her outstanding voice bounces over the groove. At time the lyrics are pointed and on a couple of tracks her voice actually sounds gritty. On every track her voice is filled with emotion – the thing that stands out though is that her voice just sounds so damn good. A singer with a worse voice could easily screw up these songs and make them stink of cheese. Lisa however pulls it off. I guess if I had to draw a comparison I'd say David Bowie – read carefully – I did not say she sounds like David Bowie. What I mean is that I can't think of a Bowie song I don't like. I dig the man's voice and his lyrical content. I feel the same way about this album. Check it out at My Space or buy it on iTunes.

Track 2 Menlike Gods is my favorite song on the album:

Why am I stressing your words
Why am I guessing you heard them from lips
As only liars do when they believe what they say is true

Just say if I'm wrong
You're living in the right apartment where 
The noise is something you can bear
Just say if I'm wrong
Your girl is perfect in your head
But out here she makes mistakes instead
Just say if I'm wrong
Everything is fucked up past repair
But you stand up first to get somewhere
I know I'm not wrong
When I say you need someone you know
But never talked to past hello

If ever you say something as outright
As never change
I'm living the good life 
Still I don't know why

Chorus

Men-like gods dropping vocabulary bombs
Now he's spitting for show 
Last two fingers to the palm 
Drawn are the index, middle to the temple
Screw is instrumental, dues are incidental
And he's stripped clean of legalese projectiles
The regency co-habitating with the exiles
Another number, manila for your x-files
The dustbowl of colloquial metaphors
Things are cinema silent, a tempest of the violent
Collar bites, chain link fights
Miranda's speech more like Miranda right
Bottle-necking the process, x-ray the plight

Grouch rating 4 scowls out of 5

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