You Don't Have to Say 'I Love You Too'
Lissy Trullie - Self Taught Learner.
There's something that separates the good from the bad. The timeless from the pan flashes. The weak from the strong. Or at least this is what I'm going to tell myself on this typical Los Angeles morning. It's a style that's impossible to recreate. You either have it or you don't. Spoon has it. The muslims have it. The Strokes had it on their first record. Lissy Trullie has it. It's the ability to sound completely effortless and confident. It's being totally sure about what you're saying without being an asshole about it or sounding like you're trying. The words come naturally and smoothly and tell us enough about the story to relate it to ourselves without being overt or annoying.
So here we have this girl Lissy. I don't know much about her, though I guess in new york she runs in LES hipster circles with the Virgins and their ilk. This is fine. I don't live there so it doesn't mean shit to me. I just stumbled across her songs and pretty much fell in love. Like, ass-over-tea-kettle type of shit. Which is awesome.
Legend has it that some majors are pretty interested in ms. Trullie, going so far as to pay for some studio time and all that. This is fine. I wish her the best, but who knows how these things work out. Again, it's not something I have to worry about - I just want to listen to her songs over and over again. Listen to the wilco-esque piano break 2 minutes in. Listen to the way "I" comes from deep in her throat like Nico. Listen to that nice little bassline. It's all there, sounding like sexy, vulnerable confidence.
I'm not sure where to send you next, since she doesn't seem to have any shows planned or music you can buy. Just put her on your radar and enjoy the time we've spend together.