Why?
I like boys that look like they've been to the edge of the sun-bleached fields of this disgusting Earth we call home and slept among the wildflowers. I like boys that look like they've been at sea for 2 weeks with only one pair of threadbare jeans and an old holey tee shirt (and no hair brush or scissors, of course). I like boys that haven't shaved because they can't find razors or better yet can't afford them. I like skinny tall maniacs who look like they've been at a battle site without sunscreen and/or shoes. I say I don't like drug addicts and will never date one again but my type's too tied up in weed smoking and coke fiending. I don't know why. Maybe it was the early exposure to Kurt Cobain.
So my latest obsession is Christopher Owens of San Francisco band Girls. Dude's gorgeous. In all the ways I have described above, and his mom was part of the same cult as the Phoenix (River, Rain, Joaquin, etc.) Family called Children of God. So he's probably been to the edge of the abyss and back.
His music sounds like he's waking up from some Valium-induced coma or finally breaking through the bad side of a nasty hangover (you know, those hysterical tremors.) His songs are so ultimately beautiful that I can deal with his talk of the wonders of morphine. The song "Hellhole Ratface" kicks ass in a "You Bleed You" by Lissy Trullie kind of way. But Album is pure California pop, dusted with a layer of melancholy that makes this sunshine music fit in a cool NYC fall afternoon bedroom cocoon as well.
