In a former life, Eva was a rockstar...
She was in a cool indie rock band with her sister (left). I used to work in clubs and would always get depressed by bad band names, and delighted by good ones. "Coach said not to" is a REALLY good one.
They got a lot of shine at SXSW (THE big music festival in Austin, TX) three years ago. Much like these guys did this year. But Eva wanted to dance, so now she's here, taking it to a different stage.
Last week she asked if we could have music lessons. I play nothing, but as you may know, I have records. Eva claims spotty music knowledge, so we arranged for a series of listening sessions. Last night went like this:
Uptown soul. Strictly for the grown and sexy. Adult music for serious times.
Portrait of the artist in exile - any album that begins "One day I had to leave my country..." is a must.
We wrapped up Lesson I with another artist who took it to Europe when things got too heavy in the new world. This is live in Paris. This scares me sometimes.
You have your assignment. See you next week.