From Master Gardner to Master Lyricist

I just finished listening to a free an t noon on WXPN 91.9 or streaming for those out of the area. Courtney Barnett played a lived free at noon and she absolelty took her performance to a new level. She crushed her set with her hard driving guitar playing and unflinching Australian accent. Her style of writing fills her songs with relatable lyrics and truth gulf happenings. "Don't put me on a pedestal / I'll only disappoint you" and Master Gardener "The paramedic says she is impressed i can play guitar ? I am impressed she is saving lives" And this is a stand out. "We don't have to be around all these coffee shops," she sang. "Now we've got that percolator / Never made a latte greater / I'm saving twenty-three dollars a week." I did read NME named her one of the best lyricist in rock today. I agree. I am a word nerd and listen hard tot lyrics. A poet at heart, I am moved by what musicians have to say. I especially liked her softer guitar playing with her collaboration with Kurt Vile. They are a perfect pair and even strut a similar look with their good hair and childish smiles. She rocks her guitar left handed and sings with pure veracity. I had a discussion with another music lover that she even gets in some rap style isn her songs. She isn't a hurried writer and often takes pages and pages of notes only to cut it down to the "strongest words". This is what my poetry teacher told me too. It was the one and only writing class I ever took and that suggestion stuck with me. "Nameless Faceless" a song about male aggression at first didn't bother me until I listened hard to what she was saying "Men are afraid women will laugh at them / Woman are afraid men will kill them". An apropos anthem for the times we live in. I especially zoomed into her lyric about carrying her keys between her fingers. A classic self defense move I have used often. I am hoping she and Kurt will converge again but right now it is a rowdy pleasure to hear this woman rock her guitar like the rock star she is becoming despite and self doubt or lingering melancholia.