after she found out that i like girly sweet vocal pop stars like cocteau twins, lisa germano, julie cruise and etc, she introduced me to bic runga, a local from her homeland. i just found out that she is playing at the cafe du nord and naturally, i want to torture myself and go see this beautifully accented new zealander at one of the coolest clubs in the city. i can hear the anguish and tenderness in bic’s voice but it’s not more painful now than tender. seems like i like to test my ability to withstand the bear the blunt of my own clubbing. i’ve always been a sucker for lovely female vocals against the backdrop of simple instrumentation. which reminds me, she’s ruined a song to a siren for me. i hate it when i associated music with ex’s but i guess that’s the nature of music and love.
