I feel like there were a lot of big “second albums” this year, or like, “second comings” or something like that. Maybe it was just that people did such a good job that it seemed like they’d been away for a while, like the work was so good it warranted a re-evaluation of the whole kit-n-kaboodle (I will never recover from having used that word).
Anyways, if there was ever an anti-anthem (or maybe just an anthem-anthem) for winter’s heart, it would be “I Am Miss Bones” by Renee-Louise Carafice, whose second album “I Will Raise A Bird Army” came out this year and was totally brilliant but also really intense and made no bones (mm) about how depressing living in the cold can be. What cold? Chicago’s unfathomable cold, of course.
“I am Miss Bones now / holes in my pockets / crying my eyes out / Chicago winter / dead as a dormouse.” Well, I certainly did my fair share of relating to that this winter, and I was very, very pleased to have a song to soundtrack it with.
(I still hold to the idea that if David Bowie covered it, It’d be really spectacular.)