All posts tagged: angela anne

The Remedy I Needed

Angela Anne dedicated a song to me. First of all, I love her music. OBVI. I mean, I’m kind of obsessed with her. My friends are obsessed with her, so yeah. I’ve been anxious. Very anxious. I haven’t really been myself at work lately, (I literally had a meltdown the other day), I’ve been sleepy all the time, feeling rushed, feeling fat and gross, and careless. My manager told me he thinks I’m just overwhelmed with leaving this summer for NYC. He’s right. And it’s not really about the “leaving,” it’s mostly about the “being there” that scares me the most, whether or not I want to admit it. Angela posted this brilliant song today and dedicated it to me. It’s just what I needed to put me back on track. I’ve been anticipating this big change and it got to my head and turned me into an even bigger mess than I already am. Sometimes all we really need is that sweet love and honey. That beautiful remedy ❤ Thanks to all my friends …

Angela Anne talks Love, Religion and Kurt Cobain [VIDEO]

A True Artist by Robert Samuel Soares The truth of the matter is, when it comes to soul, Angela Anne has you covered. Whether she’s sippin’ Lavender Lemonade or dreaming of the city, it is clear that her lyrics are genuine and her style is unique. The first time I interviewed Angela Anne was at a coffee shop back in December. She gushed about the upcoming release of her new single, Lavender Lemonade, which is now available to download on her Bandcamp page. “Lavender Lemonade” is the almost-grown-up tale of young love, a detonation of soaring vocals and acoustic guitars. Straying away from heavy production creates a raw quality that perfectly executes an indie pop masterpiece, best described as a cinematic siren call to a Chevy drivin’ all American boy. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing about him,” Angela said of her muse for the song. “I don’t think anyone could ever forget their first love. It’s like taking your first steps, you’re moving from being a little kid to figuring out who you are, …