Weekend Song – Meaghan Smith

It’s not the weekend yet, but I haven’t been posting on here lately because of many reasons. Also, this song has become a bit of an obsession since I first heard it on Monday and it won’t wait. It’s deep within my head and I’ve listened to it about three or four times a day. And it’s a gem.

Meaghan Smith is a Canadian singer songwriter of retro-vintage stylings. She’s been described as if Bjork worked with k.d. lang and Doris Day.

She’s more of a Pixar Nina Simone. This song has great lyrics and the meter is perfect. Just beautifully flawless. Every single syllable is perfect. Not that perfection is something I look for in music, and there’s plenty else here, but this is great. If we looked for perfect, there would be no genius, no creative flash or wonderful accidents. No Charlie Parker or Alistair Fleming – or pelicans.

Meaghan Smith says she suffers from stagefright and she took four years of open mics before she plucked up the courage to tour. Her record label is slowly getting her out there without pushing her and I’d like to do my bit.

Also, she sings so beautifully that it should hammer home the reminder that shyness sucks. It really does. The things I might have done had I not held myself back by being such a shytard. It’s just rubbish and I decided when I hit thirty to stop doing it. And it’s not condusive to the creative process. How many other Meaghan Smiths are there? Actually, I know that, and it’s not many.

And who else could turn Here Comes Your Man into such a thing?

Her album The Cricket’s Orchestra comes out this week, and while I downloaded this song, I didn’t want to embed a high quality version because you should buy it. I can’t even embed the video here because her label has disaballed that functionality.

I’ll never forget your kind brown eyes
Or the fingerprints you left all over my life

Watch: Drifted Apart

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