Catherine Feeny – Empty Buildings (ep)
Feeny has made an album that any fan of Beth Orton, Lucinda Williams, Joni Mitchell and early Sheryl Crow will be happy to place on the same shelf. Her song mr Blue, all spectral piano, funereal brass and solicitous lyrics….should soon be unavoidable on radio. Hurricane Glass is one of those albums that soothes the listener into quietude with strummed guitar and mellifluous vocal lines – and only then coils its complications and ambiguities around you. “I won’t bury you in the basement/As i’ve been know to do” soars over the sweetest of backings. You miss it first time; only later do you think: “What did she just say?”. Dan Cairns, The Sunday Times
“I was born, third of three, to the Feeny’s of Mt. Airy, Pennsylvania. Both of my parents grew up in big Irish Catholic families in Philadlephia boroughs.
“My mother was an english teacher; she inspired in me an unnatural affinity for melancholy and fiction. My father worked with his hands, painting, carpentering, fixing, and teaching me to ride my bike in the morning before school. They married a few years after my dad came back from Vietnam.
“We had a big yard. I climbed trees and drew pictures and went to school. I hung around with kids in the neighborhood. At some point, I borrowed an Ibanez electric from my uncle Michael.
“I took guitar lessons at the local music store. I learned songs by Led Zeppelin and The Cure. When I saw Sinead O’Connor’s on tv, I returned the electric guitar to its rightful owner and started to play my dad’s acoustic.”
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