Merry Ellen Kirk
Pretty pop that tastes like candy to your earbuds and feels like moonbeams on your heart.
Sometimes at night fireflies light up; and so we catch them and put them in a jar. Living beings they are, and little lamps they become until they burn out and die. They serve one purpose–to entertain. A song holds within itself a certain power of the same measure. When it is created, it holds captive the thoughts and ideas, emotions and inner turmoil of its creator…over time the song grows and evolves, and though it may mean different things to different people, its final end is to give the listener pleasure. And so, here you are–my jar of fireflies.
Merry Ellen Kirk is a poet. Perhaps “Songwriter” is a more commonly used term, but it’s also too commonplace for Merry Ellen’s glittering narratives, songs that spring up wildly from her subconscious and bloom into vibrant, lilting melodies. Her sparkling piano refrains sweep and spill into fresh, sweet rivulets of notes; her lyrics weave bright, halcyon tales of dream sequences, the light and dark polarities of the human experience, and beauty in its many forms. Merry Ellen writes songs with the cool effortlessness of youth and sings with the jaunty simplicity and breezy flair of a practiced performer.
In cultivating her sound, Merry Ellen has employed elements from her predecessors: the classical prowess of Tori Amos, the natural poise of Sarah McLachlan, the quiet pensiveness of A Fine Frenzy, and the bold whimsy of Regina Spektor. Merry Ellen’s music is an enchanted glimpse into her own sun-dappled mind, a veritable Eden of lush emerald canopies and richly tinted florets in which her music becomes the soundtrack to a verdant dream like delicate chimes floating on the billows of perfumed zephyrs. “I feel like everything that happens in your life kind of goes into your songs. It’s something that becomes part of your music. Who you are is your music.”
For more information about Merry Ellen Kirk, go to www.merryellenkirk.com
