Mitski, the indie musician, was eighteen when she wrote her first song. But Mitski Miyawaki, who is now twenty-eight, had not envisaged a future as a musician, or much of a future at all. Mitski grew up all over the world. Her mother, whose last name she uses, is Japanese; her father is American and worked for the State Department, in capacities that she does not discuss. Changing schools almost yearly, she was always the new kid, always the foreigner, trying on personae—the studious girl, the party girl—with varying degrees of success and self-alienation. At a suburban school in Virginia, she decided to be the quiet girl, and barely spoke to her classmates all year. Mitski has an astonishing voice—clear and supple and haunting—and so when I first heard the talent-show story I imagined it as a redemptive scene out of a John Hughes movie.
Where people listen
Mitski Miyawaki is playing her glorious songs of sadness to a huge arena, but hardly anyone is here to see her. My entire section is almost entirely barren, except for a man talking loudly about how he works at Apple Music. I can eat. I can drink clean water. I can pay for a roof above my head. When her record Bury Me at Makeout Creek was released in , she was a largely unknown musician with two avant-classical-influenced singer-songwriter albums behind her. It made being bummed sound fun. Accented by distortion and drum machines, the album crystalized her songwriting as it ranged from pop-punk to indie to ballad to bubblegum. But each song contains its own universe, with Mitski as both its queen and sole resident, singing narratives of literal and metaphorical yearning. Loud or quiet, she exudes feeling, a gut-wrenching pleading with the world, asking for her little piece of it.
Be the Cowboy
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She just added a new U. Her stardom has more to do with how intensely her audience projects its desires onto her, how much narrative hunger is generated from the isolated snippets of herself that she presents. The crowd was rapt, screaming every time she did a half-step of her quasi-choreography; the low conversational murmur that sometimes runs beneath the music at shows like this was entirely absent. She comes across, onstage and in interviews, as both elusive and genuine, qualities that are, lately, in short supply. As happens with stars, people seem to love the idea of Mitski as much as the fact of her. Her first two albums, which she recorded when she was in college, were self-released, in and , respectively.