Dear Sky Ferreira,
How’s it going? I hope you’re well—you seem busy. Remember when you performed “The Two Of Us” with the Jesus & Mary Chain on Colbert? That was wild, way cooler than anything anyone else has ever done.
Even as a big fan of stories that draw attention to unpopular ailments such as tinnitus, I’ve yet to see Baby Driver...but I liked your spooky-sexy take on “Easy!” And I’ve also never seen Twin Peaks but I heard you were great in it, too. I heard your performance at the Velvet Underground & Nico 50-year anniversary shows were killer, as well. Is there anything you can’t do?
I don’t mean to be a bother, and I know you’ve been ill, misdiagnosed for a long time and now in recovery—thank goodness, and please, get well soon—I can’t help but think that pop music (and beyond!) could really use you next year, if you’ve fully healed.
Remember winter 2016, nine months before Trump won the election and things seemed at least, for the moment, partially promising? Like, a woman-leader-of-the-free-world promising? You told Dazed your sophomore LP, Masochism, would arrive in the Summer, a promise that satiated your hungriest fans (and man, we were famished—Night Time, My Time, your debut album, was released in October 2013—three years between releases is a lifetime.) You’ve never abided by the standard regulations of an antiquated industry, and I love you more for it. If you play the game, you’re a part of it, you can’t really ever change it, you know?
Sky, you’re a unique talent, one truly uncompromising—and that’s a real-ass aspirational quality. I’m sure it also makes the pressures that come along with being a public person mostly unbearable. Strange to think it wasn’t so long ago that we were comfortable with our artists existing with some form of mystery, human rights-level privacy. Not the case any more, huh? Sorry about that.
I do have to say—Night Time, My Time is one of my favorite records of the last decade. Before it, “Everything Is Embarrassing” reshaped the world not only for its musicality, but its uncomfortable resonance—it’s too real, as they say. But “You’re Not The One,” is next-level gorgeous, an anthem of some penultimate stage in life and love so many of us find ourselves floundering in. The entire record, too, feels like expression of someone too self-aware for their own good, a folding of time where hindsight is not 20/20, but present, and that present exists in 4-dimensional platforms, felt and learned from the instant of recognition. In other words: Everything is exhausting.
Soon we will enter 2018. Trump is still president, net neutrality was murdered so who knows if this will even reach you (not the kind of privacy or mystery I was yapping about just a few paragraphs before, but you get it.)
So please, Sky Ferreira, when you’re healthy and ready, come back to us. We need your insight and your songs—in whatever form they take.