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jay brannan was born under a rock in the coldest part of the himalayas where he was raised by trappist monks who taught him to maintain his body temperature without the necessity of food and clothing through intense meditation and really hard drinking. shortly after his first birthday, he suffered a graphic and painful death to a hungry mountain lion who wasn’t so good at meditation and just needed a hearty snack.
it wasn’t long however before jay’s indomitable spirit reappeared in southeast texas to a family who actually wanted a girl. in many ways, they got what they wanted, yet the compromise seemed to be much more controversial than the original disappoinment. after years and years of southern baptist immersion in texas, canada, and oklahoma, jay found himself once again outside houston, TX, continuing in the public school system (quite similar to cattle herding, state prisons, or perhaps even the new york city healthcare system) and a conservative, repressive society infiltrated by a mixture of religion, rebellion, used car lots, and lots of barbecue (the latter being the most repulsive?).
by 1999, jay really threw a wrench in a small town’s gears when he decided that he hated high school so much that he would graduate in three years. he then moved on to scarier territories by attending the university of cincinnati’s acting program where he was kicked out after six months because they no longer needed his slave labor services to build sets for the musical theatre and opera students. it was quite the blessing in disguise, however. rather than transferring to another school and wasting more time and money going to college for a degree only slightly more useful than aromatherapy, he moved to palm springs, CA, to live with a man he met on the internet.
obviously that didn’t last long.
in a matter of months, jay found himself living in los angeles, CA, in a tiny studio apartment off the sunset strip. what a star, huh? well, eventually the bathroom of that studio fell through into the garage below. so jay moved in with the guy he had been dating for a whole month. i mean, the guy’s roommate had moved out…the timing was perfect, right?
right. so after that, jay moved into another little apartment in hollywood where he remained for about a year until moving to new york city where he has currently resided for the past 100 years.
see what happens when you make me talk about my past? if you think this bio is long and boring, all the good stuff happened in between the lines. oh shit, was i supposed to say something about music in here??
In an age of fleeting success and temporary notions, Chris Pureka is an artist of substance, armed with an eye for detail and an emotional intelligence that can switch from withering to compelling with a subtle inflection. Her third studio album, How I Learned To See In the Dark, adds bold new elements to the base she has built over her six-year career. From non-traditional percussion, to lyrical abstraction, to a new unrestrained vocal quality, to Pureka's choice of co-producer (longtime friend Merrill Garbus of tUnE-YaRds), this record signals an exploration of broader musical soundscapes.
While maintaining the unique alchemy of longing, loss and hope Pureka sets to music, there is a sonic adventurism on How I Learned to See in the Dark that marks a new stage in Pureka's musical evolution. Even from the first notes of the album's opening track, "Wrecking Ball", longtime fans and the newly converted will sense that How I Learned To See In The Dark is a bigger album, deeper and more vast than anything she's released to date. "I wanted it to feel different right away," Pureka explains. "And 'Wrecking Ball' exemplifies many of the elements that are different from the last record." That difference is a newfound edginess, coupled with a more abstract sound: there is a musical depth and complexity that shines through each track, all the while maintaining the space and creative instrumentation Pureka is known for. Standout track, "Landlocked", showcases Pureka's technical prowess with the finger-picking style that won her so many accolades on Dryland while "Broken Clock" is the rhythm driven, heavy hitter bound to be on your next break up mix. "Wrecking Ball" mixes a playful quirkiness in production with an underlying paced anger, laced with twangs of percussive guitar. Finally, album closer, "August 28th" is the deep breath following the emotional tumult that precedes it – a return to quiet contemplation for the writer and the listener: "I think the whole world needs a shoeshine/I think we're all living proof."
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