Artist Dana Falconberry
“Nobody loves me,” Dana Falconberry ruminates in “Nightingale,” the first fluttering of the Austin songbird’s new Halletts—and while Falconberry’s fragile voice still has that whole starry-eyed loner, Emily Dickinson thing down pat, nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, lots of people love Falconberry—particularly those with an ear for patiently sculpted pastoral folk and thoughtful, plainspoken songcraft—and her sophomore album should endear her to even more. Falconberry reportedly holed herself up in a creaky old Texas farmhouse to make Halletts, which is an appropriately ghostly yet homey place to create her spectral yet intimate songs, where Falconberry’s feathery lilt nests in softly strummed chords and jazzy backing harmonies beamed in from Depression-era radio.
Updated 01/04/2010
