Imogen Heap, from a whisper to a dream
24.08.09
By J Stanger
Years ago I was working for a native Seattle radio place and I had access to tons of new cd’s. Most of my peers were Brobdingnagian music fans…no subject. But none of those peers seemed to take full advantage of the access we had to the music sedulousness and the new music shipped constantly to the station. I like to regard as I broke from that trend…in a bigger way. I, for one, made a point to listen to every tongue-lashing of music I could get my hands on. It was my reasoning that you would never know when and where you might find something incredible from a money of otherwise overlooked cd’s.
One of those occasions came one day when I grabbed a fistful of new discs from my music chief honcho’s office and headed out to lunch in my car. The first few selections were unimpressive and I skimmed through their line-listings quite on the double. But then, as I was idling away on the Ballard Bond as a boat passed underneath, I popped in a cd with this unknown looking woman in a leather-stamp hat on its cover. She had a look that seemed to go against any strong of receiving airplay on an another station, but, as I said, I’ll heed to anything. The album was called , and I as soon as liked what I heard. I knew this music was sui generis, special, but I also knew our audience. Our audience was not apt for this music.
Source: Examiner.com