No Song is Safe From Us

No Song Is Safe From Us - The NYFOS Blog
 |  Lauren Worsham

How did the world exist before Lizzo? I saw her open for another band this past year and her stage show blew me away. She is all things female and strength and sex. She is everything. Lizzo for life.




 |  Lauren Worsham

Another song that always brightens my mood – this one is from the animated film Ratatouille. The French artist Camille is a fantastically experimental artist. This song is one of her more sweet and soft tunes but “Ta Douleur” is also worth checking out. 




 |  Lauren Worsham

I love watching my friends’ artistic endeavors come to fruition. This song is by my good friend Kris Kelly off his most recent album. Its swirling hypnotic sound and his gentle vocals make for a dreamy soundscape. 




 |  Lauren Worsham

My brother – who goes my Parker Ainsworth – is an accomplished singer songwriter whose work has spanned many styles over the years. His latest single speaks about the America we live in now using the Cali-Texan vernacular he has developed after living in Los Angeles for over a decade. It’s a groovy tune. 




 |  Daniel McGrew

I thought perhaps my final post would be something new, something I’ve heard a lot lately. James Blake’s Assume Form was just released in January. I can’t quit it; I have it on a loop. It’s unmistakably James Blake, but also different. I mean, it’s not not sad—he always delivers on that score—but this album’s sad is pretty sweet, very much in love.




 |  Daniel McGrew

These two poems belong to a cycle of five by Eduard Mörike. Wolf’s Peregrina songs represent a rarity in his output, a diptych of sorts—neither piece entire of itself, but together forming a musical world that illuminates the explicit narratives within, and the implied narratives between two poems.




 |  Daniel McGrew

I didn’t know who Joni Mitchell was until I went to college and fell in love—and really I can think of no better music with which to have ventured all that intoxication, desire, thrill, fear, and ambivalence than hers. The first album I really obsessed over was Mitchell’s fourth, Blue (1971), which, yes, translates to “A Case of You” on repeat for… a year? More, probably. But I did slowly work my way through most of the rest her astonishing output, including Song to a Seagull (1968), her debut, which ends with “Cactus Tree.”