||[Aug. 25th, 2007|08:24 am]
Jenny Owen Youngs. I first heard her voice on Weeds, the exceptional music director for which scored a particularly nasty moment in Nancy Botwin's day with JOY's "Fuck Was I." Then last night I shelled out $8 and walked ten blocks to see her perform at the tiny, tiny Maxwell's here in Hoboken (a place I last patronized in 1999 to see Moxy Fruvous) and from the moment she took the stage and said "What's up, motherfuckers?" I had a brand new girl crush.So, sometimes you sort of stumble across music that changes your life a little bit. And by "changes your life" I mean "brings out a dormant obsessive streak you had forgotten about." Such has been my experience with |
Buy her records. See her shows. Potentially take her home afterward.
 I did not, but, man -- I came close to asking. Which is saying a lot.