I did it. I moved to NYC. FreshFrieda has done the unexpected and moved to the city she swore to never inhabit…and now I’m referring to myself in the third person. Oy veyy.
Some songs to listen to while reading the below narrative:
On an On – Ghosts
MS MR – Hurricane (Chvrches cover)
Guards – Ready to Go
It’s only 8am and I feel like I’ve already been plagued by failure and terrible luck. I woke up to a torrential downpour and despite the impeding danger of a Noah’s Arc reenactment, ventured out of my apartment to the subway to see if I could make it off the Union Sq 7am SoulCycle wait-list. Obviously I was the only one cut from the class…racist. I then had to buy a cultish SoulCycle umbrella costing more than an overpriced class to avoid resembling a drenched rat all day and proceeded to splash over to Blue Dog Cafe right across from my office with the intention of wasting time before work. They so kindly agreed to make me a yogurt parfait with the granola on the side…I added it sparingly to the yogurt and while crunching on my hippie snack, it dawned on me that their so called granola is really a smashed up Nature Valley bar…I was wondering why so much nostalgia overpowered my already down, sensitive emotional state. Come on, Blue Dog, way to kick me when I’m down.And so with that it only seems appropriate to follow with a brighter experience in my new city life, my night with Daughter. While doubt I’ll ever fully embody the Empire State of Mind (more often I think, WTF am I doing on the east coast), I know Cali is waiting faithfully for my return, so I might as well make the most of it.
Last Wednesday night I saw Daughter perform at the Bowery Ballroom. She was unbelievable. Her voice, angelic, haunting, emotional, crisp, empowering. I arrived depressed after listening to her melancholy yet beautiful songs all day. I sort of felt what the making-yourself-depressed equivalent of feeling sorry for yourself would be…if that’s even a thing. But I left elated. Lead singer Elena Tonra repeatedly thanked the audience, her voice so sweet and humble you could barely understand her speaking voice – I’m still unsure if this was due to her British accent or awkwardly cute public speaking skills (in a good way). At the end of the show I was determined to stick around and meet the band…you know, a real groupie. I told a bodyguard I wrote for a couple of music blogs, “Yea, I’m FreshFrieda, kind of a big deal…” Long story short, I ended up hanging out with the awesome Bowery peeps for a couple of hours upstairs next to the greenroom until finally, the moment came for me to meet Elena. She was the nicest, cutest, most little ray of sunshine I’ve ever met and I still can’t figure out how she’s so bubbly and her songs so sad.
Some of my favorites of hers:
Get Lucky (Daft Punk cover)
Medicine (Sound Remedy Remix)
Happy Hump Day Betches!