The wheels of my memory started to turn, as that voice with all its fearless self-assurance and youthful purity effortlessly tossed the lyrics around its upper reach.
The name struck a chord, and the intense B&W photo kind of resonated with me, so without having heard it, or read any reviews, I bought the album.Īs the words to ‘Wings‘ kicked in, something clicked. It was 2013, and Jasmine Lucilla Elizabeth Jennifer van den Bogaerde aka Birdy, had just released her second album. Then one day as I was browsing through the stacks at Tower Records, I came across a CD entitled, ‘ Fire Within‘. Birdy– the word conjures up the most fragile and mellifluent of images – whose name found an empty spot in my musical cache, despite my never having heard any of the artists songs. The song segued into another on the radio playlist, so the singer’s identity remained a mystery.Įvery now and then, I’d hear mention of a name the originality of which ensured it was glued onto the pasteboard of my mind. Enchanting, delightful, and unforgettable, it wasn’t groundbreaking, but it had a special something in the form of a memorable vocal with a nuance, control and clarity beyond its 14 years. Once upon a bus journey, I caught the tail end of an acoustic piano song on the radio.
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