Written by Rae Fehring
When I was in grad school, someone told me that the best paper is a finished paper. So freaking true. Regardless of the verity of that statement, it did nothing for getting my damn fingers to just.type.the.first.word. Nevertheless, I learned the lesson. So each week–for the most part, because I am also known for soapboxing, tangents, politicizing music, and general feminist rabblerousing–I will introduce you to a woman in music you should know but probably don’t. And to make it easier on me, I’ll just start with a name.
Or more musically, Joan as Policewoman. I was first introduced to this artist (as I am most women in music who I end up loving!) at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. I had the pleasure of working – if you can call it work – as sound engineer in the artists’ rehearsal tent. I basically get a Joan as Policewoman concert for one, which is pretty badass.
Immediately, I was taken by Joan’s vocals. Her singing style is totally reminiscent of the late 70’s icon, Phoebe Snow. Joan has a vulnerability in her voice that is cradled by this throaty power…It’s actually mesmerizing. When I decided to write about her this week (actually, two weeks ago), I really didn’t know her music beyond the tracks she performed at the festival. So, I decided to dive a bit deeper to get the full spectrum of her art, and I came away with two thoughts (besides learning that she dated Jeff Buckley and is an amazing violinist):
I need to listen to Joan as Policewoman with a glass of red wine…scratch that…a BOTTLE of red wine. –and—
It would be entirely appropriate for me to be A. about to have sex or B. high (not that I do smoke or have smoked pot…but I’m just saying…).
Her music just puts you in a super chill mood and not boring chill, but slight buzz/just made-out with a hottie chill. I will say, the live show I saw was exponentially more dynamic than the recorded music; and quite honestly, I really think that’s how it should be. But, that also may have been influenced slightly by the over 3000 womyn who surrounded me at the concert, limitless Michigan sky, and flask of Evan Williams whiskey I was sipping.Read More