![]() If Bridgers’s lyrics feel lived-in, it’s because she writes exclusively from her own experiences. She then halts what could become a self-pity party to remind herself that “someone’s kid is dead.” In the folky “Funeral,” she’s preparing to sing at an acquaintance’s funeral, and she’s quick to point out her own tendency to wallow after her lyrics deliberately diverge from their original theme to flow stream of consciousness through dreams about drowning and blacking out in her car. ![]() ![]() Phoebe Bridgers’s reality is never far from the surface of her music, but not in a navel-gazing or self-indulgent way. Walking Scott Street feeling like a stranger / with an open heart, open container / I’ve got a stack of mail and a tall can / It’s a shower beer it’s a payment plan. Her debut album, Stranger in the Alps, is a swirl of folk, Americana, and quiet introspection that often calls to mind Bridgers’s idol, Elliott Smith her lyrics are a grab bag of images that are devastating in their ordinary specificity: It’s that balanced sense of self-awareness and honesty about her own often-angsty feelings that makes Bridgers’s songwriting so magnetic. The background on Bridgers’s Facebook page is a grainy photo of the back of a Toyota with a bumper sticker bearing the words “SORTA GOTH.” Over the phone, Bridgers prefaces her stories with self-aware disclaimers like “This is kind of fucked up, but …” and “I have this weird thing where …” She pokes fun at herself on Twitter for doing the kinds of things that would make her a sad-sack cliché (watching her ex-boyfriend’s Instagram story while listening to tour mate Conor Oberst play his iconic 2005 weeper “ First Day of My Life”), and her banner on the site is a photo of her in which she makes a knowing ugly-cry face with a black hoodie pulled tightly over her head she holds a record by Bon Iver (the king of sad songs) in each hand. native hardly comes off as introverted or morose. Not because she gives them titles like “ Funeral,” or because she peppers a love song with references to the deaths of musical icons and expresses the desire to “ out to hide from life.” No, Bridgers has an inkling her songs are sad because that’s the type of music she connects to in the most true way, so it makes sense it’s the kind of music she would emulate.īut for someone who wrote a chorus that goes, “Jesus christ, I’m so blue all the time,” and recorded a 7-inch for Ryan Adams that leads with a song about serial killers (the Jeffrey Dahmer documentary she stayed up late one night watching “creeped me out so much I started writing a song”) the 23-year-old L.A. Phoebe Bridgers already knows you think her songs are sad.
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