Living with…Regina Spektor…for a week

with thanks to kata rokkar on flickr

with thanks to kata rokkar on flickr

While the rest of the world frets (quite rightly) about events in Ukraine, where Europe meets Russia, I opted to spend the week with an exiled Russian in New York, Regina Spektor.  She and her family (Jewish in origin) fled the Soviet Union for America in 1989 in search of a land of lesser discrimination.  She grew up in the Bronx, New York and since 2000 has been a unique musical presence initially in New York and then in the wider world.  Six albums in and her top work is probably still her fourth album Begin To Hope released in 2006.

One word often used for her music is kooky.  Her sound may be classical/ modern piano; sometimes pure pop but it’s the lyrics that go  somewhere a little different.  Some may find that endearing, others annoying.

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed

Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines
So cheap and juicy, tangerines

But at a time when the world frets, a little something to make you smile is good, so as good a tonic as any for me this week.


We listened to it twice
‘Cause the DJ was asleep

For me the song of the week is On the Radio – there’s nothing deep here, it’s got that kooky Spektor flavour, some slightly odd lyrics, a little bit of the unexpected and is just good pop.  The video is great fun and shot in her mum’s primary school in New York.