When I was a teenager, I remember feeling that there was so much music out there.
I was always in discovery mode—there were entire eras of music I knew nothing about.
The older I got, the more defined my musical taste became, and the less I felt that there were whole swaths of music still out there.
It became a rare thing to discover a new artist. I understood the pull of new music, the restless seeking out of buzzy new albums. I could still tune in to the old so-much-music feeling.
It was rarer, though, to discover music that was entirely new to me and already out there. More likely, it would be an artist or album that I’d noted in passing but never listened to.
There’s a magic discovering that a familiar name holds unknown depths.
I knew the name “Kirsty MacColl” from “Fairytale of New York,” the Christmas duet with Shane MacGowan of The Pogues, but had never listened to her work until this past week.
What a fascinating artist—unafraid to explore genres, an open honest lyrical style, a beautiful voice, an easy grasp of melody.
I felt that so-much-music feeling again last week, and I’m thrilled to have a new artist to love.
Taylor Coe 