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My Brightest Diamond is Shara Worden, granddaughter of an
Epiphone-playing traveling evangelist, fathered by a National
Accordion Champion, and mothered by a church organist. Spanish
tangos, Sunday morning gospel, classical and jazz were the
accompaniment to her home life. Her first song was recorded
at age three and by age eight she was studying piano, performing
in community musical productions and singing in her Pentecostal
church choir, in Ypsilanti, Michigan, where she spent most
of her childhood.
Shara honed her musical prowess singing along to Whitney Houston
music videos and Mariah Carey albums. When pop music wasn't
enough, she enrolled in the music program at the University
of North Texas, immersing herself in the songs of Purcell
and Debussy. After college, she moved to New York City and
fell in love with its cold winters and busy streets. She continued
to study opera on the Upper West Side during the day, but
at night she frequented downtown clubs such as Tonic, Knitting
Factory, and The Living Room, catching performances by Antony
& the Johnsons, Nina Nastasia, and Rebecca Moore. She
began to spend less time sight-reading Mozart and more time
de-tuning her Gibson electric guitar to play her own newly-written
songs. Coaxed out of recital halls and onto the small stages
of bars and clubs, Shara assembled a coterie of musicians
to accompany her with bass and drums, music boxes, wine glasses,
and wind chimes.
In performance she showed unusual versatility, channeling
the vocal theatrics of Kate Bush, the soulful seductiveness
of Nina Simone and the gothic pop of Portishead. Her infatuation
with theater and costumes inspired her to wear superhero capes,
ball gowns, or Tudor corsets on stage, depending on her mood.
Her deeply personal songs transcended the histrionics of opera;
Shara was at last singing about what was closest to her heart.
She began to see her own music as the most precious gift she
could give to the world — as reflected in her namesake,
My Brightest Diamond.
Of course, opera never really left her, and Shara's performance
blurred the lines between rock show and recital, setting baroque
love songs alongside French carols and Prince covers. Her
vocal lines reached for Puccini, but her guitar was pure PJ
Harvey. The center of gravity here was the workmanship of
a woman whose imagination had no limits. To sharpen her skills,
Shara studied composition with Australian composer Padma Newsome
(of Clogs) and began to incorporate a string quartet in her
live show. The influences of Nat King Cole and Henry Mancini
rounded out the edges. A few years later, she met Sufjan Stevens
at The Medicine Show, a variety show hosted by New York City's
incendiary poet, Sage, at Arlene's Grocery. This, in turn,
led to a yearlong sabbatical from her work, doing splits and
round-offs (not to mention the human pyramid) as one of the
notorious Illinoisemakers. Shara was quickly promoted as cheerleading
captain.
All of this led to an impressive résumé, but
My Brightest Diamond still had no album to show for it. So
in 2005, she began work on two records: one featuring songs
accompanied by a string quartet (A Thousand Shark's Teeth),
and a more standard rock album featuring a full band (featuring
Earl Harvin on drums, Chris Bruce on bass, and, on one song,
her father Keith on accordion) titled Bring Me The Workhorse,
which will be released in August 2006 on Asthmatic Kitty Records.
Her songs distil stories to their most distressing points
of contact: a phone call, an injured horse, a dragonfly caught
in a spider's web. She doesn't share all the information —
just the stuff that matters. The effect is a sensational compression
of time, in which an entire event is summarized in a single
note. This, of course, is the essence of opera. But My Brightest
Diamond is much more than that. There is also the humor one
might find in an old TV episode of Wonder Woman or Lewis Carroll's
Alice in Wonderland. Shara's songs reconcile all the complex
emotions found in each of us: she can grieve as comfortably
as she can laugh, sometimes in the same breath.
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