If you aren’t familiar with POSTMODERN JUKEBOX? It’s basically a righteously self-indulgent cover band (in all of the good ways!) that repurposes modern works into ‘oldies’, all of the Jazz Age, when jazz was — you know, fun — instead of being far too heavy and mathematical for the likes of me.
In other words: it has a lot of brass, a lot of upright bass, a lot drum whispers, and a lot of women belting.
Allison Young here is absolutely channeling Deborah Kerr here, and I am so, so here for it. This rendition of THE PIXIES’ ‘Where Is My Mind?’ is so sultry, and also so goddamn captivating.
(Also, as someone who did a lot of string work? Who can play just about every instrument on-stage apart from the vocal work? I love seeing this ensemble!)
All of that said? Goddamn, this song reminded me of how whistling is a fucking instrument! I absolutely forgot that — ooh, I know how to fucking whistle! And yes, yes, I can’t help but whistle along, although I admit? At first? I was a bit flat. Better now, though. And yes, I do embellish it a tad.
I’ve learned a lot through therapy, but one of the major facets have been simple breathing exercises, and those who instructed me are not wrong. I’ve found myself more mindful of — well — holding onto my breath, which uh, sucks and 100% a trauma thing, but at least I’m aware of it now.
Anyway!
Whistling? Yeah, sure, annoying for those around you, but I’ve found it to be astoundingly cathartic since discovering this song.
To quote Lauren Bacall: “You just put your lips together, and blow.”