Feist
Feist
Indie singer named Leslie Feist who gained critical acclaim for her albums Let it Die and The Reminder in 2004 and 2007 respectively. At the 2008 Juno Awards, she took home five awards, including Songwriter of the Year and Artist of the Year.
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth13 February 1976
CountryCanada
confused cities interesting
When I'm in a city that's just clean, concrete lines, I get really short of breath and confused. It's much more interesting to me when nature is creeping back and tearing the mortar apart between the bricks.
character stories stuff
You realize time isn't just a period that you tell a story within - it becomes a major character in the film. There is no beginning, middle, end because there is always stuff beginning and ending simultaneously.
levels spoons flavor
Probably, on some subconscious level, I was motivated by not wanting to spoon-feed any similar flavors.
lines fluidity months
I had to let myself imagine a calendar with no lines; when every single day is being predetermined six months in advance, there's no more fluidity to time.
land years long
I said I'd stop for a year, which was inconceivable to me and everyone around me. It seemed like so long. But then, after that year, I looked up and I still hadn't gotten my land legs back at all.
crazy writing bubbles
I was in a crazy, private, awesome bubble again, and that's when I started to write.
zero fall forever
I wrote the album in the fall. In about four months, I went from zero to finished. It usually takes forever.
forever care gone
With music, I wasn't curious anymore. There was no dialogue. By the time I stopped, I knew it wasn't going to be gone forever, but it just wasn't the right time for me to care about that.
dog wall thinking
I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked - I didn't think I had anything to offer it.
past years long
A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.
cities egypt everyday
I spent some time in France, visited Egypt and Mexico City. I hung out, biked around, planted some tomatoes. I did everything except wake up in a new town everyday. It was really boring. It's just life.
guitar trying hey
I would try to pick the guitar up sometimes, like, "Hey, remember me?" It was like reintroducing yourself to someone who's got a grudge.
growing-up cities lines
I never really lived outside of the city growing up, but I'm always looking in between the lines of the city, and I magnetize over to the green spots.
naps world meals
Everything becomes closer once you realize that the world is only as far away as a nap and a meal.