Last week brought to conclusion my work on New York singer-songwriter Billy Simons‘ latest album, Music For The Motion Picture.
Billy’s sound straddles pop, rock, folk, and even a bit of country. His acoustic-driven tunes are inventive and well-crafted. While I’m inspired as much as anyone by “indie” acts, Billy’s work provides a welcome alternative to the legions of Brooklyn Vegan-sanctioned scenesters emerging daily from L-train stops in Williamsburg. Look, I’m a huge fan of Grizzly Bear, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and (especially) The National. But there’s a place on my playlist for songs like Billy’s, as well—tunes that are refreshing in their earnestness, their refusal to hide in ironic detachment, their humor, accessibility, and authenticity. Plus, the record was a complete blast to make.

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