from American Weekend CD/LP Don Giovanni Records
I won’t delve into the sordid details but I can’t stress how close to the bone this song is currently cutting right now. It’s so bleak and beautiful and cathartic all at the same time and I can’t for the life of me stop listening to it.
Maybe my favorite thing about Waxahatchee’s debut “American Weekend” is her penchant for writing these quasi-cutsey acoustic numbers that have this not-so-subtle layer sadness resting beneath all of them. And then just as soon as you think she’s getting too self-serious or morose for her own good she makes sure to throw in a well-timed “fuck” or “shit” in there just for good measure.
I seriously don’t remember the last time I’ve had this visceral of a reaction to a songwriter before. Just so utterly devastating. My only wish is to forget I heard any of it, just so I could go back and listen to it for the first time and fall in love with it all over again.
Waxahatchee: “American Weekend” and “Cerulean Salt”
Look into it, weirdos.
clarawebbwillcutoffyourhead said: Sbing?
yep! this one was the boring business dad
i hate small talk
tell me about how lonely you are or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning or talk to me about your mum’s eyes and your dad’s laugh. I don’t care about the weather and you don’t care about how my job’s going.
if we just met and u try and tell me how lonely you are i will turn 180 degrees and walk away