Welcome to "Nothing Not New," a yearlong project in which New Times editorial operations manager Jay Bennett, a 40-year-old music fan and musician, will listen only to music released in 2010. Each Monday through Friday, he will listen to one new record (no best ofs, reissues, or concert recordings) and write about it. Why? Because in the words of his editor, Martin Cizmar, he suffers from "aesthetic atrophy," a wasting away of one's ability to embrace new and different music as one ages. Read more about this all-too-common ailment here.
I've seen more than one review of Laura Veirs' new CD, July Flame, in which Veirs is compared to Neko Case, another singer-songwriter from the Pacific Northwest with roots in the nebulous sub-genre "Americana." As a longtime fan of Case's work, I don't hear a lot of similarities between the music of these two women. For one thing, Veirs' pretty voice is pleasant and her melodies are strong, but neither carry the same emotional weight of Case's. And more important, Case's music is clearly more based in rock 'n' roll. Veirs is much more a folkie than a rocker.