The Secret Sisters

I promised myself I wouldn't be typical and start off this blog with a musical recommendation, but I'm prepared to break that self-imposed rule for the common good.  And that's because The Secret Sisters self-titled debut is so refreshing that it really will turn your frustrated, bored, unemployed frown upside down.  It's that brand of old-timey country that's been sneaking its way back into indie music of late (see Mrs. Jack White's Urban Outfitters-ready debut from earlier this year), but Laura and Lydia Rogers are the genuine article.  Produced by country legend T Bone Burnett and recorded at Nashville's famed Blackbird Studio, The Secret Sisters takes old songs and vintage equipment and makes them sound distinctively new. On each track the Rogers sisters masterfully craft the kind of tight, twangy harmonies made famous by Mother Maybelle & the Carter Sisters in the 30s and 40s and rarely heard in the overproduced world of contemporary country since.

The record primarily consists of traditional and classic songs (such as Do You Love an Apple, seen above), but a few originals, such as the melancholy opener Tennessee Me, prove that these girls have the songwriting chops to back up their powerhouse vocals.

Now I'll admit, I first heard about these girls from a glowing review in Rolling Stone, which I suppose takes their obscurity-based "indie cred" down a few pegs.  But I like to think The Secret Sisters' classic sound and songbook are above such petty matters.  And while torrents of this album have yet to proliferate the interweb, it's available on iTunes for only $8, which is bound to be gentler on your wallet than whatever Queen-of-Monotonous-Pop-Country Taylor Swift is peddling nowadays.  And for a record this solid, well worth the price tag.

Obligatory Introductory Post in which Objectives are Stated

My name is Justine, and I am an unemployed hipster.  A recent graduate of NYU with a degree in Cinema Studies (yikes) and Creative Writing (double yikes), I am, unsurprisingly, struggling to find a job in the current Great Recession wasteland.  In a last ditch effort to save money, I moved home to Southern New Jersey, where I learned that, shockingly, film scholars are not in high demand.  I am a dutiful job hunter - I peruse the usual classified sites daily - but I quickly found that this took an absolutely all time maximum of three hours a day to complete.  

So what to do in the vast abyss of the rest of my day?

Read, Netflix, watch daytime reruns of Say Yes to the Dress.  I've sought solace in the best and worst that American culture has to offer and with no one to share my findings with except my two cats (who really have no appreciation for the finer things in life, with the exception of a well prepared swordfish steak), I've turned to the blogosphere to have my message heard, if only by my most devoted of friends.

So sit back on your couch and get nice and comfy in those sweatpants.  Let's commune together over our favorite things.  Because apparently, we have all the time in the world.