Although I may be a "classical" flutist, I have a passion for pop music and divas that is always simmering through my veins. Since her first single in 2010 (unless like me you count her vocal appearance on Flo Rida's "Right Round" in 2009) Kesha has held a special place in my life. Her music spoke to my early 20 - something musician and collegiate lifestyle filled with glitter and booze, then again to my mid 20's lost and carefree lifestyle still filled with glitter but also with dance clubs and name brand booze, and now as a late 20 something her old music still breaths of moments to be had along with nostalgia for my time in college, Detroit, and San Francisco.
Today, after FOUR YEARS, I have finally been rewarded with something new from her and it does NOT disappoints. Considering the world's possibly slow dissent into a Margaret Atwood style dystopian nightmare, her voice sings through the pain she has suffered and brings with it a healing quality more powerful than I could have thought possible. A true artist in her own right, this song to me pushes her from pop-trash-chic into the realm of spokesperson of my heart. She captures so much of what is happening around us in her voice and throws it out to us to hear and heal along with. I cannot wait for the rest of the album to be released!
Long story short, go buy this song. Buy it and then plug it into some plus sized speakers. Make sure you have tissues, ice cream, and a friend nearby. Heal.
