My hipster cred probably slips slowly south on my well-hidden weakness for Faith Hill’s “This Kiss” (though damn it, I learned in high school physics that it’s centripetal force!). This comes from Faith Hill’s late-1990s “yeah, I started in country, but the money in pop. . . booyah!” phase. It’s the musical expression of that cliché shot: the one where the romantic leads kiss and the camera does a 360-degree rotation around them.
Faith Hill popped into my head to say “hi!” on my first listen to Frame by Frame, the post-Voice solo country debut album of Cassadee Pope, formerly of Hey Monday! (buy at iTunes, buy on Amazon, buy Target deluxe edition). Frame by Frame shares some of that sweetness in pop-country instrumentation, along with a sense of cinematic metaphor.
If you’re born in 1989, as Pope was, Faith Hill is part of the “country music” you heard on the radio as a kid. The country-pop movement that was controversial back in the day, to the point that George Strait spearheaded a neo-traditionalist backlash, is long enough ago to be childhood nostalgia for new artists.
Childhood nostalgia brings up another hit on my hipster cred, which is a nostalgic weakness for Krusteaz bar mixes. My mom made them, after she outgrew her zucchini bread phase, and they came in orange and tangerine back in the day! While formulated a little sweet for my tastes, the fruit flavor is more reliably fruity than the pricey hipster bars at the coffeehouse (and my homemade ones tend to have a bitter undertone on the second day), so when I saw that Krusteaz makes pumpkin pie bars. . . you know where this is going, right?
Pop a box top, preheat the oven to 350, pull up a chair, and let’s go track-by-track through Frame by Frame. Read the rest of this entry »