It is perhaps the necessity of some small material mediation amidst the chaos of living, as a point of focus, that fuels Frances Chang’s fascination with song writing - an exercise she considers to be the realization of intentional form. But her interest in form is neither formal nor formulaic. Her songs contain the meandering improvisation of a new-age record, the theatrical romanticism of a crooner ballad, and often stop and start with no reverence to metronomic time. Her live band is brought to life by the flexible, ecstatic drumming of Liza Winter (birthing hips) and the lyrical soulfulness of bassist Andrea Schiavelli (eyes of love), and implies many fringe genres within the song writing persuasion.
