A Fine Frenzy One Cell In the Sea

Listen to A Fine Frenzy songs. One Cell In the Sea songs. A Fine Frenzy One Cell In the Sea is the music of 21 year-old Alison Sudol. Born in Seattle to dramatic-arts teacher parents, Alison moved to Los Angeles at the age five. With her newly single mother, Alison moved frequently around the city. She developed a strong love for the fantastic literary worlds of CS Lewis, EB White, Lewis Carroll and Charles Dickens, while becoming a passionate author in her own right. Alison also immersed herself in classical music, Motown, Aretha Franklin, swing bands, Ella Fitzgerald, Elton John, Louis Armstrong, the Beatles, Technicolor movies and classic 1950's television. After teaching herself to play piano, Alison increasingly invested her internal narratives into song form. She found solace in the melodic melancholia of new global British bands Aqualung, Radiohead, Coldplay and Keane, etc... She was also moved by the diatonic minimalism of Philip Glass and the transportive allure of Icelandic music (Bjork, Sigur Ros.) Inspired, Alison developed the sound of A Fine Frenzy - hypnotic piano arrangements under classic American melody fused into irresistible, atmospheric songs with the power to reach around the world.

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+ A FINE FRENZY One Cell In the Sea - THE STORY For the longest time, she lived her life looking through the wrong end of a telescope. She liked to see life from far away, from her window and in her mind..s eye. Her daily ritual, dreaming of what was to come and reveling in the antics of her ant-sized neighbors, helped take the edge off of the bothersome treading of water that otherwise filled her days. A safe, sterile, sweet, uncompromising view of life from the eyes of an outsider. A spectator. One day, bored and peevish as her favorite neighbor (a crotchety old lady who made it her business to collect leaves from the street, one by errant one, and shake her cane at passing strollers), she cast the telescope aside. The glass shattered and the room was silent. She rubbed her eyes and called for help. No one came. She sat and she cried and she cut her hands on the broken glass, but still, nothing. After a matter of seconds, minutes, hours (they were all the same to her, for she had no perspective for which to call her own), the tears stopped and she stood. Bandages on her hands, she swept up the wreckage of her precious telescope and surveyed the damage. Her head swam and her eyes hurt, but she felt something stirring deep within her. She did not know what to feel, for feeling was for other girls. For her, it had always been a prospect, a theory, as had most other things. Whatever was going on, she liked it, in a perverse sort of way, for such was her mood. She stepped out into the garden and took a deep breath. Ecstasy. She had seen others do this, but she had never done so herself. ..What else have I missed?.. she wondered. At this, she began to run. ..Running is better than flying,.. thought the girl, ..for flying is for the dreamers and running can be done by anyone, anywhere. There is beauty in this... It was a day like no other. She plunged herself into a stream and felt the ice crawl through her veins. Running until the shivering stopped, she picked wildflowers in a field and got scratched by a feral cat. She sang at the top of her lungs, and though she didn't know what she was singing, it felt as natural as breathing. She danced with a scrubby looking little boy heading home after a fight at school, his nose bloody and his right eye fast turning blue. He gave her a strange look and walked on, but she caught him grinning once he thought he was out of eyeshot. Her clothes were dirty, her hair wild, but her smile was radiant. She was happy in the here-and-now for the first time since she could remember. She did not miss her little telescope at all, though she thought she might get it repaired, if only to have it serve as a reminder of how not to go about things. ..What a fine frenzy I..m in,.. she thought with a smile. ..A fine frenzy indeed. What a lovely state...