Today is Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012. I'm listening to an Ellie Goulding pandora station infused with Florence + the Machine.
Stars by The XX is playing. Definitely an indie meets slower Snow Patrol. When I hear it, I think about fields at night with hay bails and dark blue summer dresses walking between them, finally laying down on a patch of grass to look at the big night sky.
Fisticuffs at Dawn by Little People. If you didn't know that Little People is the band, that first sentence would sound pretty strange.
The Writer by Ellie Goulding. Aside from my Ellie Goulding kick, I find her light, airy music and voice that sounds like it's smiling, refreshing. Nonetheless, this song is deeper than that. It's interesting that writers in music are depicted either as hopeless and searching for words and as ever-powerful beings ("Why don't you be the writer; decide what I sing"). She is asking for help ("why don't you try to help me") from an artist ("make me out of clay") and a writer. All while this is happening, she maintains a breezy tone. That is not often found, and I find it hopeful.
What the Water Gave Me (demo) by Florence + the Machine. Having heard two versions of this song, I think the demo is lacking the raw emotion that is conveyed in the album version. The demo has too much music upstaging her powerful voice. She has also contained her range to a less passionate, almost safer area. The demo isn't taking the chances that give us the powerful range of emotion that the album version offers. I feel like I'm listening to the song and not a part of the song, breathing it and feeling it pumping through me. Now I must go listen to the album version to remember why I love this artist so much.
