Back in college I loved Edie Brickell. I remember blaring her tunes in my car as I headed up the hill of the Sussex Apartments headed to class. I don’t know why her voice congers that memory from my days at UGA, but it does.  She has one of the best voices in all genres of music.  Admittedly, her follow-up albums never compared to  Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, they were always good – not as amazing, but definitely good.

Then she married the super-rich Paul Simon.  I guess, she decided that she did not have to work any more. Lucky her, right?  But now she is coming back, as part of an indie duo called Heavy Circles. I’ve only heard one song so far.

I am in the mood for my one of my favorites from her debut album, Little Miss S. Click here if you want to listen, too.

 

Lyrics to Little Miss S:

shooting up junk in the bathroom
makin it with punks on the floor
livin the scene of her limmisine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
living it up to die
in a blink of the public eye

day-glo point in an electric chair
electric dye in her lovers hair
a pretty sight in the middle of the night
made up for everyone to see
swinging on the branch of a broken family tree

you got a lot of living to do without (x2)
you got a lot of living to do without life

the village idiots in her bed
never cared that her eyes were red
never cared that her eyes were dead
in the hours that her face was alive
it was the thing just to be by her side

you got a lot of living to do without (x2)
you got a lot of living to do without life

hey, alright

you got a lot of living to do without (x2)
you got a lot of living to do without life

you got a lot of living to do without (x2)
you got a lot of living to do without life

Little Miss S. is actually about Edie Sedgewick, a 60s top model who got addicted to heroin, hung out with Andy Warhol, and died really really early. Dark, yes, I know but the sound is really good and clean and totally Edie.