These films are in loving memory of Soko.
I hope we haven’t seen the last of her. Her sensitivity to the world gives her a warmth and sincerity that is instantly lovable. Her spirit is infectious and her ability to connect with people is endearing and turns you to mush. You kinda want to take her home and bake cookies (vegan of course) all afternoon. Hopefully she’ll resurface and continue to sing songs about dicks and periods and cowboys and dead girls and sex up against a wall and little baby cats; right now no one else makes me laugh and sing so wonderfully at once.
When we suggested the graveyard Soko was instantly into the idea. The location was dramatic and spooky, but also very Sydney and close to Bondi where she was meeting friends. While I drove, we all giggled and ate chocolate cookies from a health food shop on Crown St, Soko filled us in on life and the tour and her friend Julie interjected in French from the back seat. Funny in a way that we filmed in a graveyard and that her myspace page now states that she is influenced by ‘all the dead people, the living world is not so inspiring’ and that she sounds like ‘a ghost, gone forever’.
At the time of making these films Soko was living in LA and and as the song Goodbye Paris suggests, she had poetically renounced her French citizenship and rejected the oppressive grip of old world Europe in favour of the sunny skies and animal-friendly ethics of the American west coast. Heartbreaking then, to read that she’s back there, in “HELL: FRANCE” and to read her About section on her myspace is far from Goodbye Paris; it’s just Goodbye.
Soko. Come back!
- Amelia & Jonathan