by Carl Wilson
I mentioned Kelly Hogan‘s beautiful album when it came out earlier this year, but this weekend I killed some Canadian Thanksgiving train-travel time by listening to her funny, wise, betimes sad interview with Jim Derogatis and Greg Kott on the WBEZ show Sound Opinions, which begins with this performance. Hogan has this boho-slacker/neighbour-lady posture that makes it all the more astounding when she starts belting out mountaintop soul climaxes like some blend of Dusty, Loretta and Mavis, and I’ll admit I’m very down with her penchant for wryly knowing masochistic ballads. The fact that this one is by Robyn Hitchcock is also kind of a marvel: Apparently if he were kidnapped and forced to work in some modern-day Brill Building writing for other people, Hitchcock would be able to rediscover the emotional wellsprings his habitual mannerisms often pollute. Also, time for a survey of singers who prefer to perform barefooted: It’s like every note here is straight from the sole.