I first discovered Remsy and her amazing nuevo-country sound two weeks ago. And like many discoveries, it was one made while waiting in line at Target, looking at my phone.
There I was, denim shirt slightly damp at the collar from the ninety-degree heat, with a bizarre assemblage of items in my plastic shopping basket. Razors and a bag of apples. Sulfate-free shampoo and beer. Rubber bands and chewy calcium supplements. The fluorescent lights were bright, the line was moving slow, and Sugar Ray’s ‘When It’s Over’ was being pumped through the overhead speakers.
In boredom, I took out my phone and opened my Instagram. I saw that someone — a girl, handle name: @remsymusic — had started following me. And I also saw that right around the time when I had been in aisle three mulling over the merits of crunchy peanut butter versus all-natural almond-butter, this girl had liked a handful of my photographs.
The plastic basket I had placed over my right arm was feeling heavier by the minute, and my right hand was going numb. I looked up towards the cashier, whose name tag read ‘YOLANDA.’ She was scanning the items placed in front of her slowly and methodically, with a look of both utter boredom and quiet dignity on her face. The line didn’t look as though it would start to move any faster anytime soon, and so I put my basket down by my feet and looked through every single photo posted by this girl.
There it was on her feed– all the stuff I understood and liked, arranged in neat little black and white thumbnails of her own creation. Square-body 1969 Ford Trucks, world-weary Wrangler Jeans and empty upturned cans of Lonestar Beer. Austin at night, girls in high-waisted jeans, and South Congress boot-repair shops laced in their neon lights. There were cloudy Texas skies, back-porch breakfasts of oatmeal with raisins, and lots of pearl-snap shirts worn with the cuffs rolled up. What I saw immediately was an innate sense of style and a sensitivity to mood and composition, and right away it got me — even while standing in line at Target listening to Sugar Ray. I rushed home after making it through the never-ending line, left the shopping on my counter, and watched Remsy’s first and only music video with headphones in my room — the proper way.
With a Johnny Cash guitar-strum shuffle and breathy vocals that sound as though they could have been sung through a tunnel, Remsy’s first single ‘Lucky Two’ is nothing if not entirely promising. Her dreamy, throwback melody gets some moody texture from exemplary sound mixing, accomplished here by Grammy-award winning sound engineer Jeff Lipton. There’s the contemporary lyricism of love lost yet not forgotten. A lively, bright guitar riff at the bridge. And finally a staccato sort of hand clap or gun shot that punctuates throughout, like the slash of a cracked whip or a winding lasso as it cuts through the sky. The result is a sound that feels at once both close and far away, like a Gene Autry tune played at a rural juke in Texas — textured, tinny. Raw, restrained, and visceral in a way that only a young female vocalist from Texas by way of Kansas can sound. I await her next single –set to drop within the coming weeks — with unmatched eagerness. Remsy Music Official Site
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all photos courtesy of Remsy Music