Courtney Barnett: Avant Gardener
So. I know I've lost touch with my roots when an Englishman (thanks Rob) introduces me to an Australian artist. This time (yes it happens often) it was Melbournite Courtney Barnett.
There is tons I could initially say about this down-to-earth guitarist/singer/songwriter. She's started her own record label, impressed the shit out of Pitchfork, was nominated for an APRA song of the year award, and has recently announced she'll be supporting none other than Kurt Vile when he's in town. She's been likened to Bob Dylan, called a hybrid of Kurt Cobain and Kimya Dawson by Rolling Stone, literally the list goes on.
More than all that though, it's her slow rambling style, nonchalant vocals, dry sense of humour and deadpan delivery that impress me. She seems genuine, effortless, hell NORMAL. Like those kids in your class who didn't really study but always got top marks, they didn't really have to try to be good, they just were. It's refreshing to come across a talented female musician who isn't trying too hard to be anything else. Fresh-faced, in a flannelette shirt, Courtney Barnett is simply Courtney Barnett.
Here's the music video for her song "Avant Gardener" in which she matter-of-factly explains her lack of gardening skills in a long string of sing-talking. Well, it's really about more than just gardening.