Up To Bat

Bat for Lashes was on Letterman the other night. Musical Experience leader Natasha Khan rocked some sort of tutued, feathered neckdress and some silverleaf, metallic blush/eyeshadow. Impressive. You know what else is impressive? Her lovely, whispery voice. It agitates some sort of feeling center in me that immediately makes me want to cry a little in a greatly cathartic kind of way, in a pleasant "let it out" kind of way. Here, see if that happens to you:



Well? Do you need a tissue? Ok, if not, see if this does it: The song "Daniel" that Bat performs is an ode to Daniel LaRusso. No? That's The Karate Kid. Daniel-san. Wax on, wax off.

I love me some quirky songstresses. They make my world go 'round. I'm a fan of Bat's weird. I find it very visually satisfying. Here's another trippy taste of The Karate Kid crusher in action. Watch as she runs around Joshua Tree Park to a soundtrack of tunes from her latest album, Two Suns:



It's like Bjork and Stevie Nicks communed with nature and created a new being. I can so imagine that happening.