“

I had a guitar, as always, in the corner, leaning against the wall. I’d squint at it sometimes. I didn’t think I had anything to offer it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked. I had abused that interest through repetition— it took away the actual relationship between me and the songs, me and singing, me and playing guitar, all the things I’ve always loved. I photocopied it over and over until it degraded into pixels. There was no image left.

I would try to pick the guitar up sometimes, like, “Hey, remember me?” It was like reintroducing yourself to someone who’s got a grudge. But there was this silence. I would put it down and be defeated. I thought, “Fuck, is it gone?” But then one day, it called out from the corner. I was like, “What? You’ve abandoned me three times now.” And it was like, “No, check it out.” It was a slow courtship. So I slung it on my back and went to France and put myself somewhere beautiful, familiar, and alone. It was great, just the guitar and I again. We’re OK.

”

Feist on playing the guitar, writing music and her new album. 

Metals was worth the wait. It manages to take every quality that made Let It Die and The Reminder special and coalesce them into a sound that is fresh yet distinctly Feist. 

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