feist you, mother feister!

listening to leslie feist is an experience. her voice is often so high pitched that you can't sing along but must whistle or hum. her songs tend to range from soft and tender with some 80s spice to poetic and ravenous with beats that make you wanna fuck. the tracks off of her newest album, the remainder, have been the soundtrack to my life for the last few days.

she's coming to the berklee performance center on june 9th and that shit is not sold out. i'm sure it's going to be a hipster mellow-sesh so wear your chuck taylors and your most dissatisified sneer.

Feist - My Moon, My Man [mp3] [indiechristoph}