words by tom johnson
photograph by deborah farnault
In winter, solitude sometimes ekes deeper tracks in the mind. It’s perhaps the easy fading of days: a gilded glow, a certain ache; a shiver of trees spilling the last of their sepia leaves. When breakups happen at this time of year, it’s tricky to resist the fragility around you, to stop yourself spiralling into ice-like fissures of sadness and silence. Sometimes a song floats into your orbit, leaves its faint imprint on your life like a snowflake that brushes the tongue just once, but not unremembered. Sometimes there’s a lesson in a melody, memory. ‘Get Over You’, the heart-breaking new single from Misty Boyce, dares us to face the fact of loss, even as it clings to former sweetness.
There’s a subtle, soothing and jewelline texture to Boyce’s keyboard, an instrumental talent honed from performing with Sara Bareilles on Grammy-nominated album, The Blessed Unrest. While you can track her impressive, sprawling movements across the globe, with tours backing Sting, Ingrid Michaelson and BØRNS, listening to ‘Get Over You’ opens a more intimate, inward trail, footsteps lain over lonely snow.
– Misty Boyce
Beginning with smooth, Sharon Van Etten synths, the song builds softly around the refrain, “Everything is all wrong”. The understated accompaniment, its delicate skin of muted chords, lets a simple, familiar story cut where it hurts: “I live my life by every rule / till you cross my mind / till you pass by”. It’s this earnest, quotidian sorrow, alongside a minimalist refusal of melodrama, that makes ‘Get Over You’ cry authentically in a crowded menagerie of love songs baying to be industry favourite. Boyce’s voice is a glassy, trembling thing, polishing melody to a healing, Feist-like sheen.
This is music unafraid of pain, a song reassembling the brightest shards of a broken heart. Music to listen to while you try to forget, watching the snow come again, erasing the prints of what once was love. Although closure is never so natural or easy, Misty Boyce’s new song might be the one to guide you, quietly and surprisingly, to where the light shines again, that final line: “I’ll get over you.”