Thomas Bartlett

Kathleen Alcott bio ↓  ·  November 10th, 2009  ·  filed under music

Pianist and New Yorker Thomas Bartlett was raised in rural Vermont by two devoted intellectuals. For the most part self-educated, save a few failed attempts at public high school and 1.5 semesters at Columbia, he is perhaps the most famous person you’ve never heard of.

A studio artist who plays alongside the likes of David Byrne, Yoko Ono, Rufus Wainwright, Grizzly Bear, Antony and the Johnsons and The National; last year he toured with Nico Muhly.

Ineffably gentle, he has a modest but electric air of genius. One wonders why an artist so respected and sought after wouldn’t commit to one of the many big and bright names; the fact that he doesn’t makes him all the more alluring. Bartlett, instead, chooses to hummingbird-it, always after the more adventurous or groundbreaking endeavor.

Back in 2006, a friend of Bartlett’s approached him about an album that would be a vague tribute to a late sister. The friend wanted him to cover the Footloose soundtrack. The teenage sister had tragically died in a car crash in the late eighties, and one of the only things her still-bereaved brother had left was her Footloose soundtrack.  Bartlett agreed immediately, and brought a sadness and a sweetness no-one knew songs about dancing in spandex could hold.

Thomas Bartlett, whose alias “Doveman” couldn’t better suit the soaring, meandering genius of his fast fingers and hushed lullaby voice, performs Saturday, 11/20 at the Paramount Theatre in Oakland in support of The Swell Season.

Listen to tracks from his most recent album, The Conformist, here, check out his website ; better yet, follow his quiet humor and perceptions on Twitter.

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Kathleen Alcott's first words were "Ooh, the lights." She is currently awaiting some good news about her first novel, The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets, which concerns two brothers who have conversations in their sleep, the girl who hears them, and what happens when families are not drawn by blood. A freelance writer in New York, she is presently locked in her bedroom composing short fiction about loud women and the men who love them. Her personal essays appear on The Rumpus and in Rumpus Women Vol. 1, and her writing also appears in The Bold Italic. She welcomes correspondence at Kathleenmarisol@gmail.com. More from this author →

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