On nights during which I can not sleep, I lay in bed and play Florist‘s newest record The Birds Outside Sang. I listen to each song in order. I analyze each lyric and beat until I begin to sing along. I sing myself to sleep.
Emily Sprague’s lyrics make me feel as though my current fears and anxieties will end and that after I sleep everything will be better. They make me believe I can have hope for tomorrow even when deep down I feel hopeless. “I’ve found a body, soul, and mind that I can keep and now I’m not afraid/ I’ve learned to love it and to keep it all the same” (I was). This album feels like found hope locked into eleven songs, dwindling toward a light that when you listen to it, doesn’t feel far, but instead in close reach.
I’ve heard many people describe Florist’s music as sad, depressing, and “kind of emo,” but I think of it as something completely different. Florist’s music is like your cat coming up to you on its own and rubbing up on your leg after a bad day. Florist’s music is like seeing your close friends for the first time after you decided that being a recluse was just making you more depressed. To me The Birds Outside Sang is a love letter to recovery and the bittersweetness of life.
Florist is currently on tour with Mutual Benefit stopping at Rickshaw Stop on Wednesday, June 8. Not only that, but in sweet coincidence, Jay Som is opening for them at the Resident in LA on June 10th.