Chloe Day

Through the Looking Glass with Chloe Day

by Greg Debonne 

On a warm summer night when a light breeze weaves its way like a swimming ghost around bodies walking through coastal thoroughfares, Chloe Day opens the door to her secluded complex that sits no more than 100 yards from the ocean. Her cocker spaniel jumps about in the evening calm as she leads me beyond the courtyard into the airy confines of her home. She is barefoot and dressed in red surfer girl shorts with a darker top to match. I sit down on a large futon couch that rests up against a wall under windows opened against the glow of streetlamps and nocturnal skies. After declining her offer for a drink of various kinds, Chloe Day melds herself into a small armchair and slides into an almost supine position. Her body knows the chair and the chair knows her body. 

Chloe Day is a recording artist with two discs released to date, 2003’s The Return Of… and 2004’s Pixie Runway. Pixie Runway has been remixed and remastered for a new digital release on Apple’s iTunes Music Store where it is currently available. The sounds of Chloe Day are at once eclectic and entirely commercial, embarking on an adventurous trip of Rock, Pop, Electronica, Jazz, Trip-Hop, and acoustic Folk-Pop. The songs are a surrealistic dreamscape that embody love, lust, fear, loneliness, beginnings, endings, and a vintage scope of human dissolution. 

Most recently having come off of a 14 city U.S. tour while in pre-production for her next solo disc, Chloe Day sat down to talk about music, dangerous experience, sexuality, and the darker side of ourselves. She reveals herself as an artist who is comfortable with her own form, and yet not at home with the deepest aspects of herself. Chloe Day is abstract, sensual, soft-spoken, expressive, unsure, confident, deflective; a woman who obscures herself behind sinuous evasions that are truly unveiled only by the songs she writes and the music she performs. The visual interaction of Chloe Day is marked by an unselfconscious sense of physicality. Seemingly endless locks of long hair frame her face or recklessly spill down her shoulders at will. Hips and legs adjust in her chair with a mind of their own. Eyes alternately drop and direct themselves level to me like a pin that gently edges up a shred of crinoline. And in the soft tone of her living room, Chloe Day is on an emotionally desolate shoreline where the roar of crashing waves drowns out the disconcerting notion of time. Chloe Day is also present with the ephemeral sound of life and love that is just out of reach, but surrounds all of us. 

To read more go to www.chloeday.com.