I’m sitting here doing nothing any more productive than listening to a podcasted edition of the Ray Foley Show from a week and a half ago, so I may as well occupy my weary fingers with this thing: writing about one of my favourite singers. Relevantly, that singer is the charming chirpy chanteuse Amber Rubarth, and she’s just released a cover of R.E.M’s “Losing My Religion”. It’s rather spiffing.
A matter of weeks ago, I took a short trip to London, during which I was serendipitous enough to catch an Amber Rubarth gig. Although that may be less down to serendipity, and more to the fact that I flew over specifically for it. She was also gracious enough to allow me to pester her with questions and bad jokes for half an hour or so. Now, following some internal complications and day-job-related lethargy and…
A matter of weeks ago, I took a short trip to London, during which I was serendipitous enough to catch an Amber Rubarth gig. Although that may be less down to serendipity, and more to the fact that I flew over specifically for it. She was also gracious enough to allow me to pester her with questions and bad jokes for half an hour or so. Now, following some internal complications and day-job-related lethargy and…
Bleurgh. Apologies for that. But! There is good news to share. And here it is: perennial ZME favourite, talented indie songstress and rather lovely person to boot, Amber Rubarth had a hand in scoring the new Joan Rivers biopic, Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work, which opens in US theatres on Friday. Of course, in some ways, this isn’t good news. One way it’s bad is because I’ll never see this film, a result of…
Album name: Good Mystery Artist name: Amber Rubarth Genre: Sweetness Released: 12 January 2010 Label: Unsigned, which is criminal ZME Rating: 8/10 Website: amberrubarth.com Much of this world passes me by with alarming speed and frequency. Trends, fads, fashions and vehicles alike all skim dangerously close to my face, while I remain the proverbial Captain Oblivious, wrapped up in a cocoon of cheerful obsolescence that fits me like an old, worn-out glove. This means I…
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