I love music steeped in blues and Americana. I also love not having the flu. Fortunately I get one of the two tonight. Unfortunately it’s the music. So we’re going to keep this short…
Bourgeois Gypsies are an odd mix. From their name to their members to their music, everything about them feels like a juxtaposition. They’re made up of a veteran troubadour, the young innkeeper from a nude resort, a guy who dropped off the grid for four years before joining the band, a spatula collector, and part-time guitar player who spends the rest of his time skiing. Their music is a similarly odd mix, drawing influence from punk folk artists like Ani DiFranco, the barroom tales of Tom Waits, and old-school bluesmen like Mississippi John Hurt. Somehow they manage to make all the odd mixes work though, and the result is something unique to them.
Last year Bourgeois Gypsies released their second album, Faulty Fairytales. It’s full of good old-fashioned story songs. The kind you can relate to without really knowing why. The kind that draw you in for repeated listens. The kind that make you forgive the occasional imperfect note because the overall feeling is just right.
Featuring Kaisa MacDonald on vocals, the song’s lyrics speak of the experience of not being able to forget someone you wish you could. Talk about something everyone can relate to…
From the band’s 2006 debut Blue Morning.