Liza Anne won’t let her own psyche and demons beat her.
In fact, on her forthcoming album, Fine But Dying, she converts her anxieties and worries into gritty, but glittering, pop gold. Detailing her panic anxiety disorder in first single, ‘Paranoia’, the track is a statement both in its subject and sonically. The jarring vocal is half strong and half vulnerable casually trilling “I’m losing it, as if I had it in the first place,” as a crawling distorted guitar is strangely comforting and familiar.
A lone exploration of duality, both in mentalities and her sugared pop against angst-drenched punk, ‘Paranoia’ doesn’t shy away. Liza Anne is powerful. She’s a force to be reckoned with.
She let us into her world for a day; and it featured pho, cats and St Vincent.
“The weather here has changed and gone completely winter over night. My body had a hard time keeping up and so this photo is an accurate depiction of my current state of affairs – everything is covered in tissues.”
“The legs of my lover, R, in my bedroom. He’s here for the week. So my space of solitude has become a space of coexisting – a strange movement but I enjoy it.”
“I’ve become obsessed with natural medicine via herbal teas and tinctures. High Garden Tea seems like walking into a witches living room and I live for every corner of it. Here’s the wall of medicinal teas – I snagged some tea and some herbs for my potions.”
“It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow – I feel some sense of American guilt in needing to make something with sweet potatoes.”
“I’m gone too much to adopt a cat of my own (probably the truest heartbreak of my life). So, to calm myself over this tragedy, I visit the kitten adoption centre near my flat.”
“R took this. I guess, this is in some way my natural state. We made dinner and are gearing up for seeing St. Vincent. I’m sure she’s the closest to heaven a human being could ever experience – if heaven was real.”
“There is nothing in the world kinder than a bowl of Pho. I wish I could shrink myself and swim around in it, hugging the noodles and using the spring onions as pool floats.”
“Seeing St. Vincent at the Ryman was easily the most impressive thing I’ll ever experience. It’s reassuring to experience a woman who isn’t ashamed of her power and space – I left on fire. She is a living legend.”
“Scrabble and drinks at Inglewood Lounge. The best kept, rose coloured secret in east Nashville.”
“Completely convinced there isn’t a thing in this existence that cannot be cured or at least calmed by a hot bath. On the weeks where my brain feels like it’s splitting in two, you’d find me here twice or even three times. The older I get, the less ashamed I feel over the things I do to remind myself that I love her. Her meaning myself. Obviously.”
Words by Tanyel Gumushan