Sometimes a relationship collapses so slowly it catches you by surprise. You can spend years encouraging another person to put his or her weight in your hands, learning habits and welcoming faults, feverish with devotion until something else starts to reveal itself, materializing like a small fracture in your windshield. Over time, the fracture starts to splinter, and that same person you once knew grows suddenly unrecognizable. On Natalie Prass My Baby Don’t Understand Me, the opener to the Nashville singer-songwriter’s self-titled debut, she depicts this kind of realization with plaintive, fortifying clarity. What do you do when that happens? she implores over a sweep of horns and piano during the songs chorus. Where do you go when the only home that you know is with a stranger? ...... Our love is a long goodbye. Its a sad statement, but in Prass hands, spurred on by a rising swell of horns, its also one that becomes powerfully self-sufficient. pitchfork/reviews/tracks/17281-natalie-prass-my-baby-dont-understand-me/ ========== == 피치포크 기사인데 굉장히 섬세한 곡 소개네예 ㅠㅠ 첫 문장 읽고 심쿵해서 네이버 사전을 찾아가며 해석해 읽어보았다.. 곡에 대한 감성을 증폭시켜준 인상적인 기사. 물론 곡도 굉장히 좋다 ㅠㅠ 호른이라고 하는데 브라스 사운드가 이렇게 구슬프게 들릴줄이야.
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