Lykke Li >> I apologize in advance — this post is largely dedicated to my girl crush for Lykke Li.
photo c/o Ashley Schaffner
Unrepentant, confident, demanding, vulnerable—all words I would use to describe this magnificent young lady. Her initial stage presence leaves you yearning, begging for more.
She walks on to the blackened stage of the Star Wars-ish Hollywood Palladium, strong, bold; wearing the coney-shoulder pads of her pleather black coat and skinny black bell bottoms. She belts out her first song, pumping up the eager audience of girls, couples, and rockabillies.
Lykke takes the stage as though it’s her own, from right to left, getting as close to the crowd as the stage will allow, dancing in place so everyone has the opportunity to get it on film. She puts on a long black pleather trench coat, insisting we ‘Dance Dance Dance'. We pull out our iPhones as lights and dance to the music at her insistence. She feels our bliss and our pain; she is one of us.
photo c/o Ashley Schaffner
Oh, Lykke. She is our modern day Fiona Apple, with her strength and poise, raw and real. She’s not out there to impress anyone—she’s out there to say it like it is and have us feel what she feels. She wants someone to get her a drink. She wants us to dance; she wants us to be okay. I love her for that.
photo c/o Ashley Schaffner
I would say more, but why bother? She’s as real as can be, she sounds great, and she has an amazing show at a fantastic venue. I’m disappointed it wasn’t sold out [albeit a Tuesday], because this young Swedish woman is only getting better. But, hey, it only means I get to see her before everyone wants a piece, and I’m fine with that.
photo c/o Ashley Schaffner
Danielle
