Posts Tagged ‘Trophy’

Kate Davis picked up a violin at age five, a bass at age thirteen. She entered the Portland Youth Philharmonic before puberty, the Grammy Jazz Ensemble before adolescence. By the time she graduated high school, Kate won the Presidential Scholar in the Arts Award and a full ride to the Manhattan School of Music. By the time she graduated college, ASCAP’s Robert Allen Award and slots at Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center. As a young adult, the virtuoso claimed enthusiastic endorsements from NPR, MTV, PBS and BBC as well as coveted invitations to the stage from Herbie Hancock, Ben Folds, Alison Krauss, Jeff Goldblum and the like. Most recently, she co-wrote Sharon Van Etten’s hit single “Seventeen.”

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On Trophy, Kate Davis embraces indie rock after an adolescence spent as a jazz darling. She uses her experiences in that world both as lyrical fodder—on “Cloud,” she imagines more typical teenage years—and to inform her unique music sensibility (“I Like Myself” incorporates elegant strings arrangements). Her instrumentation is complex, but all of it ultimately works to serve her distinct voice. On Trophy, Kate Davis has discovered herself at last.

If your PR piece touts Sharon Van Etten and Bob Boilen as big fans, there’s a good chance I’ll (eventually) open that email. And I’m glad I finally got around to Kate Davis. In a nutshell, this is wonderfully executed mid-tempo indie sung by someone with a lovely voice. “Trophy” is out on 11/8 on Solitaire Recordings. Here’s some more info on Kate.

Kate Davis’ story is one of elegant artistic evolution. Having grown up in the spotlight as a jazz prodigy, she performed in the Grammy Jazz Ensemble, won ASCAP’s Robert Allen Award, played slots at Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center, and collected fervent endorsements from Herbie Hancock, Ben Folds, Alison Krauss and Jeff Goldblum among others. But — Kate outgrew her accolades. Days spent practicing and performing standards became nights spent writing — cathartic indie rock. Forbidden chord progressions emerged like diary entries, documents of an internal reaction to routine. Time intended for technique slipped into secret listening sessions of Beach House, Elliot Smith and TV On The Radio.

In the same bright, arresting croon that ignited her youthful stardom, Davis created confessionals. Now 28 and audibly matured, Kate is prepared to properly share the artifacts from her late night craft, a full length reaction to ritual required of perfection, an outburst from the pedestal. Throughout twelve tumultuous tracks, she poetically reflects upon the intricacies of what it is to live, ruminating on topics too close to her heart — identity, self-worth, loss.