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Our readers know that we love Dan Zanes and Elizabeth Mitchell.  But we’re always looking for new music that straddles the worlds of kiddie music and adult music.

Indie-folk band The Nields, made up of sisters Nerissa and Katryna, have a new album that everyone in the family can appreciate  – even with the car windows wide open. The Full Catastrophe, coming out April 10th, has songs with beautiful harmonies and guitar, and its lyrics are recognizable with full-on sing-a-long potential.

This new album is a musical and thematic departure for The Nields. The songs touch on the trials and sweetness of relationships and parenting.  Songs like “Back at the Fruit Tree” sound a bit like Feist with emphasis on vocal melodies and clear notes. The beautiful lyrics emphasize the changing relationship of couples as they become a family: “Someone has to cut the brambles back…someone has to bring my harvest in…someone has to gather seeds to hold us through the winter.”

Other songs, like “Can I Love You Too Much,” talk about parenthood’s loving challenges like discovering that a child is using a wall as a canvas or (unsuccessfully) talking a child out of playing with a make-believe gun (Can’t you pretend it’s a fire engine hose?). The melodies and harmonies reminded me of the Indigo Girls at their best. I’m not (too) embarrassed to admit that I teared up at this line: “So I hold you close, and I let you go. And I hope you come back to teach me everything you know.”

There are also a few songs that are more traditionally bouncy and fun, with hints of Laurie Berkner’s style. My kids found “The Number One Reason That Parents are Cranky” hysterical. I found it a lot of fun, and sadly, overly familiar to my own life: “They crinkle their foreheads and tell you to hurry because they didn’t get enough sleep. They slam their palms on the driver’s wheel when your need to strap your own self in is such a big deal.”  It also mentions bad fashion choices, which makes me wonder if these Nields sisters have been spying on me.

The Full Catastrophe comes out on April 10, 2012, and CDs will be available for purchase or download .  If you’re interested in a live show, The Nields will be playing a kids’ show at the 92nd Tribeca on April 22nd!

Thanks to the generosity of The Nields and Bulletproof Artists, we have a copy of the brand new The Full Catastrophe CD to giveaway to one lucky reader!  To enter, tell us your number one reason to be cranky.

No purchase necessary. Starts Friday, April 6, 2012 at 7:30 am EST and ends Monday, April 9, 2012 at 11:59 p.m. Open to U.S. residents ages 18 years and older. Void where prohibited.

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5 replies on “The Full Catastrophe”

  1. My cat waking me up at 4am every morning. If we allow her to stay in the room she will try anything to wake us up including a claw in the nostril. If we lock her out she hurls herself at the door and howls for hours.

  2. I have too much work to do. The weather is nice, but here I am stuck behind my laptop. I am a 20 year old in a 50 year old’s body. My foot hurts. I don’t have enough hip rotation to sit in the lotus position. My memory is terrible. I am bald. I have gotten no more than 5 hours sleep a night all week. I cannot, despite years of trying, believe in God. My efforts to let go of the ego and diminish the pain-body and become Present in the Now have failed utterly. I bought grass-seed-fertilizer filler but have yet to apply it to the patches of dirt on my lawn and now the weed are coming in. I can’t identify any birds by their call except the Tufted Titmouse in my back yard (“peter peter peter…”). I drank too much coffee this morning. Etc.

  3. Being a nag makes me cranky, which I’m sure makes those around me cranky and then we’re all swirling in a sea of crankiness.

    I think I’ve nagged my daughter to practice her violin no more than a quattuordecillion times this week.

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