"There were some things that I found I really enjoyed singing about; like, on the title track, there's this film-noir character of a woman who's sort of losing it in a room"
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Krall isn’t talking about a lyric so much as giving you a camera angle. The telling phrase is “film-noir character” - not “a woman,” not “me,” not even “a story,” but a role with built-in lighting: smoke, shadow, menace, a door that never quite closes. By framing the song’s subject as noir, she signals that the pleasure isn’t confession; it’s performance. She “really enjoyed singing about” a woman “losing it,” which reads like a sly defense of craft: emotional unraveling becomes a musical texture she can shape, not a diary entry she has to survive.
The throwaway “sort of” does a lot of work. It softens the edge of “losing it” while keeping the instability intact, like a jazz voicing that blurs major and minor at once. That’s Krall’s lane: inhabiting ambiguity without overexplaining it. Noir is also historically a male gaze genre - the damaged woman in the room, seen through blinds. Krall’s subtext is quietly revisionist. She’s not merely singing about the doomed femme; she’s controlling the frame, choosing when the character cracks and when she holds.
Context matters, too. As a vocalist often pegged as cool, tasteful, even “safe,” Krall hints at a darker appetite: the thrill of acting out unraveling inside elegance. The room becomes a studio booth, a stage, a private mental space - containment that makes collapse feel theatrical, watchable, and therefore irresistible.
The throwaway “sort of” does a lot of work. It softens the edge of “losing it” while keeping the instability intact, like a jazz voicing that blurs major and minor at once. That’s Krall’s lane: inhabiting ambiguity without overexplaining it. Noir is also historically a male gaze genre - the damaged woman in the room, seen through blinds. Krall’s subtext is quietly revisionist. She’s not merely singing about the doomed femme; she’s controlling the frame, choosing when the character cracks and when she holds.
Context matters, too. As a vocalist often pegged as cool, tasteful, even “safe,” Krall hints at a darker appetite: the thrill of acting out unraveling inside elegance. The room becomes a studio booth, a stage, a private mental space - containment that makes collapse feel theatrical, watchable, and therefore irresistible.
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| Topic | Music |
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