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@sister-sarah
Sarah Slean
We love you, Sarah Slean! Forever in awe, The Wrong Windows.
Sarah Slean’s “Society Song” is my “Let it Go.”
The full story behind this is on my blog, or you could just watch the music video and enjoy it unencumbered by my baggage. (I recommend listening to it before watching it the first time, as the visuals impose a narrative on the abstract lyrics, but it is a great video.)
Thank you, Ms Slean, for everything.
by all the gods, this is so amazing! :D
Sarah
Photo by © vítor raminhos
credits: sarahslean.com 2014 you are finally here… I didn’t even think about you until half way through the year. Then the appointed hour finally came, 2013 exploded, and I waited for you madly, high-pitched and half-crazed, squeezing still, as still as my whirling mind would allow, like wincing hotly through a dental procedure. Much falsehood has been painfully shed.
We can’t lie to ourselves, passioneers. What we may consent to as an innocuous back-room deal – a harmless enough compromise the head makes with the heart – it will expand and expand until The Baroness in you rages into the room on a tidal wave of skirts and with one crimson cry razes the whole house of cards.
We were not meant to whisper over embroidery needles. We do not sleep in glass castles and wake up to glass slippers, no. There is red in us. So red it shocks the eyes. I know this. Every moon I am reminded. And we know when we are rotting. If the mind refuses to admit this, the body will turn up the volume. It has ways, ingenious ways – you cannot outsmart it.
So let the dead trees fall. If no sap runs, it is firewood. I will not be sentimental. Swing the axe. Shatter the mirrors. Tear off the old flesh. Get to the green. In some way, we must find water. This is the ruthless beauty of life.
My dear listeners and fellow travellers, I am writing again, after a period of agonized stagnancy. I bought a house and acreage with fruit trees in the country that feels sacred. I am slowly turning it into the magical kingdom that I imagined when the Baroness character first showed up in my mind. I set up my paints and moved my old, beloved piano. Royal and I have parted ways as friends. My long-stalled musical is squirming and has brought forth brilliant co-conspirators. A new album is coming, and paintings, and so much more, but at present it all feels like an approaching storm… leaves are twisting restlessly. The wind smells ominous and living things twitch and twinkle with their preparing.
I am not writing this to make promises because frankly, I’m lousy at those. I am merely reporting that I feel all of you nearby, and I thank you for calling this music into the world through me. That’s what is happening, I really believe that. So when the storm hits and the colours flash and the orchestra erupts, know that it is OUR creation.
I love you.
All the best to you in 2014
xoS (Sarah Slean)
from shooting ‘Society Song’.
Sarah Slean in Paris - 2013
By Nathaniel Milljour - Studio Noire.com
This is like some 1890s Paris shit. One of the best music-related posters I’ve come across from THIS era in a while.
Sigh...
Sister Sarah turned 1 today!
I’d crack the whip and burn down this house of cards but my inner-Cinderella calls
Sarah Slean
“1 | My mini paints I got these when I was on tour in Stockholm in 2004. They’re the perfect size for travelling. I like to do a quick watercolour to pass the time on airplanes.The List: Sarah Slean
2 | My stage dresses A good stage dress is hard to find. It can’t be too short, it has to be secure, and it has to survive getting rolled up into a suitcase. When I stumble upon a good one—usually by a Toronto designer—I buy a spare.The List: Sarah Slean
3 | My library I’ve been building a library of great thinkers—Tolstoy, Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Jane Jacobs, Gandhi—all my adult life. It’s my pride and joy. Science, religion and philosophy all point to the mystery of existence, which is what art is really about.
4 | My vinyl I used to have a huge LP collection, but as any vinyl lover knows, it’s heavy and hard to store. I’ve only kept the timeless stuff. I love Leonard Bernstein. West Side Story makes a great cooking soundtrack.The List: Sarah Slean
5 | My piano shell When I toured in the States in the early 2000s, I had to bring a keyboard with me. Compared with a grand piano, a keyboard on a stand looks so sad. My dad helped me make a wooden shell to hide the wires and cables and make it pretty. My friend calls it the “shroud of legitimacy.”
6 | My favourite hoodieThe List: Sarah Slean I bought it in Halifax five years ago. It’s what I put on after a performance, when I’ve taken off my dress and makeup. It’s part of my coming-back-to-earth ritual.
7 | My map of Paris After a particularly bad breakup in 2003, I went to Paris to experience its pure, unadulterated romanticism. And I went back for seven months in 2006. Paris represents an act of boldness on my part. I’ve marked all my favourite spots on my map, which also has the odd splash of wine or coffee on it.
8 | My grand piano My parents bought me a 120-year-old Mason and Risch when I was 14 at the insistence of my piano teacher, Mrs. Ella. I’ve taken it with me to all my apartments—I even brought it with me to a cabin in the Almonte woods north of Toronto.The List: Sarah Slean
9 | My Tim Burton fix Edward Scissorhands is my favourite movie. The lesson is timeless: there is so much waiting for you if you’re willing to take the road less travelled.
10 | My diary I have all my journals dating back to 2000. I’m not particular about the kinds of notebooks I use. The only absolutely essential thing is they can’t have lined paper. I need a blank canvas so I can throw something at it, like paint, or if I need to scream I can use giant caps.”
All across the battlefield, bells of death and sorrow peeled, but in the air above the silence, there were birds.
Sarah Slean is little known elsewhere but well respected here in Canada. I think she’s got tremendous talent. She sings, composes, plays piano and paints as well.
a dead man's smile
I have my favourite shadows Ghosts and other courts bizarre Sometimes I believe I'm your mistress Sometimes you are dying in my arms You visit when I am listening to the Earth turn You ask me if I know your name I can smell the sweetness of the silence I wonder if your lips taste quite the same I love I love bigger than I had planned O I love I love a stranger a lonely man Can I have a picture of your calm face You can have the space behind my eyes When we finally meet to drink some tea I somehow know it won't be a surprise O Love o Love it's silly it's juvenile I love I love a quiet but a dead man's smile I love it's silly it's juvenile I love I love a quiet a dead man's smile O love O love . . . bigger than I had planned I love I love a stranger a lonely man
You, my darling, are the rest and motion of the cosmic ballet.