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Phoebe Bridgers

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Followers 402,118
Category Indie Rock, Folk Rock
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About Phoebe Bridgers
"Yesterday, Tomorrow." 
The house is exactly what you’d expect: practically a studio apartment except it stands on its own, draped in honeysuckle and Dutchman’s pipe; a yard of dune sedge and stone. Her dog is buried in the garden along the eastern wall; sometimes, she wonders if the ground will bloom half-a-dozen of him under a certain kind of moon. In the morning the light creeps sideways through the windows and lights her up from the chest down, her head nestled in the shadow. Sometimes she finds herself playing guitar before she has left sleep. Her hands strum but her mind is still dreaming. (It’s her birthday, she’s at the movies, the screen is a tidal wave, someone touches her leg, she wakes up with her fingers tangled in the strings and the kettle whistling.) The house is haunted. It should go without saying, but it should be said anyway. The house is haunted, but no one knows anything about the ghost or how it messes with you, except for the fact that every time she goes away (to Texas, to Memphis, to Graceland, to Germany) she always ends up coming home again. It’s the strangest kind of haunting. Everyone calls it, the house, the House of Punishment—more than one mistaken citizen has turned up looking for a similarly-named erotic dungeon on the other side of town—but the name is misleading. It is not a house where someone was punished, or a house where someone might be punished, but a house that replaces punishment; instead of feeling guilt or regret you must play quietly in any corner, and eventually the emotion will resolve itself. 
 Inside, every door frame is notched: the respective growths of former tenants, friends. On one of them, a place where—deep in her cups—she’d measured her height as a full five inches taller than normal; only the next morning did she realize, cotton-mouthed, that she’d been standing on her toes when she’d slid the pencil over the apex of her skull. There had been a Murphy bed once, she was certain, and sometimes when she was very, very tired she would imagine her bed, which was not a Murphy bed, snapping her up into the wall. Next to her bed, in her nightstand drawer, lived the following things: crumpled receipts, red yarn, eight dollars, a white lighter, two undeveloped film cameras, Grether’s Pastilles in their old-timey tin, fistfuls of birthday cards with the shimmer worn off, a pocket-sized copy of the constitution, a pocket knife, a pair of swimming goggles, a pair of recording headphones, shoelaces twisted into a Gordian knot, an unpaid parking ticket, a strip of Peanuts Halloween stickers, an MRI request form from when she sprained her finger, colloidal silver (someone told her it would cure her cold; someone else told her it would give her Argyria), a map of Kyoto (she’d gotten bored at the temple), incense, her first fan letter (she promised herself she’d respond; she never did), a bunch of bolts, a plastic doll’s hand, doggie bags (he’d died over a year ago), an unopened Replacements cassette, an unopened 23 & Me kit, an unopened fortune cookie, unopened pepper spray she doesn’t trust herself to take out of the packaging. In a fake book on her desk—pleather-bound and conspicuously absent a title—she collects her used boarding passes, old concert tickets, disconnected wristbands. It doesn’t escape her notice that she can’t throw anything away, that objects remain unopened, unresolved, untangled, unconsumed. She is always in the middle. She is never at the end of anything. 
 She lives near a hospital. All night, she hears sirens, imagines the people being transported to and fro, their bodies speeding along in the back of ambulances and their spirit trying to catch up. She makes jokes. “If I wake up, someone better be dying,” she says, until one night she wakes up and feels it: someone’s essence slipping past her on the way to somewhere else. After that, she thinks about the hospital as a metaphor, and considers the many ailments the metaphorical hospital could cure, the many symptoms it could treat: Imposter syndrome. Cabin fever. Foot-in-mouth disease. Word vomit. She invites her friends—that is to say, her family—over for dinner. She has this one friend whose dad was really obsessed with blood—blood as in family, not the interesting kind of blood—and how it was thicker than water (ew), and then one day her friend looked up the actual expression and it was, The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Shit, right? Anyway, she makes a green bean casserole, which is demolished in short order, and hot rolls. Someone kills a pint of ice cream she’s been saving. Someone else drinks a beer so hard it sputters, erupts. Someone else sits in the corner playing cat’s cradle, waiting to feel the guilt lift from their sternum. After that, the coven of her covenant goes out beneath the new moon; they journal and play Bright Eyes and Britney Spears and act out María Irene Fornés’ plays and eat peaches. They lie on the grass and the stone and talk about the skies they were born under. They don’t believe, really, that it makes a difference, but it’s nice to think about. After all, everyone knows the world is ending. They’ve been told as much, and they can see it in the streets, and they know the world is irreparably fucked, but most importantly they feel it among themselves; they know this goodness cannot last forever. She sits near them. They are together but at the same time they are alone, as we all are. Someone has put a braid into her hair; she’s left toothmarks on someone else. Something moves through the empty house, less the ghost than the breath of the ghost. She tells her friends: “I’m not afraid to disappear.” Someone laughs. Then, someone else opens their mouth, and something else climbs out. Carmen Maria Machado, March 2020
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Indie Rock, Folk Rock
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What fans are saying
Caitlin
4 / 5
Phoebe is an incredible performer !! Though, during the set there must have been at least 10 people that passed out throughout the night. It was incredibly hot, and the venue was too crowded to see anything or enjoy it.
Historian Cuban Club Ybor City, FL
May 25, 2022
Daniel
5 / 5
Phoebe was great! She performed every song off Punisher, and a new song as well. I wasn’t familiar with the opener, Christian Lee Hutson, but he was very funny and had some nice tunes. The venue was awesome too!
Arizona Federal Theatre Phoenix, AZ
Apr 14, 2022
jumana
5 / 5
the concert was AMAZING. I was first row and she held my hand. best night ever! she’s an amazing performer, and i loved screaming with her and everyone else at the end of “i know the end”.
The Orpheum Vancouver, BC
Nov 09, 2022
Elio <3
5 / 5
The concert was amazing! But the tram to go there was basically full so I had to go earlier than I planned to and took the train back just before the last song was played :/
Montreux Jazz Lab Montreux, Switzerland
Jul 30, 2022
Leonardo
5 / 5
One of the best shows I’ve been to all year. Each individual set was amazing but when they all came out and played the songs off of boygenius I was blown away. Truly incredible!
The Observatory North Park San Diego, CA
Nov 30, 2018
Dermott
4 / 5
my favorite sad pop girl. i missed the opener, and i got a pretty bad spot in the crowd, but damn was she good. i would kill to see her again, i need barricade
Thompson's Point Portland, ME
Sep 23, 2022
Austin
4 / 5
Marymoor is a super fun venue and Phoebe was wonderful. That being said, a big open venue for this style of music left a little something to be desired. But great show overall!
Marymoor Park Redmond, WA
Sep 07, 2022
Aramis
5 / 5
Great concert, here voice performance was so perfect, I really thought it was from a recording. Phoebe and her band are amazing musicians, crazy talented and gave everybody a great evening!
Fabrik Hamburg, Germany
Jun 30, 2022
Caroline
5 / 5
Very well organized. Graphic artwork was so detailed and beautiful. Her voice was so amazing and she genuinely shows compassion for her fans! I cannot wait to see her again
Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island Chicago, IL
Jun 06, 2022
Hope
5 / 5
one of the best concerts ive ever been to <3 got to hear all my favorite of hers, screamed gay, so safe to say it couldn’t be any better
St Augustine Amphitheatre Backyard Stage St. Augustine, FL
Jan 18, 2023

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