Three Imaginary Girls

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Kaylee Cole has incredible potential, at least to become my new favorite local artist. The Snohomish County turned Spokane denizen does not boast much more than a haunting voice and a piano, but her musical poweress is heart gripping. Sounds similar to what I said about another solo female artist last summer, no?

As the sun shone down, Ms. Cole propped behind her keyboard prominently alone on the tiny back stage of the Georgetown Music Festival, I was reminded of a certain Tiny Vipers' Jesy Fortino. The girls share the possession of a worn lilt, a heart-on-shirt-sleeve yet I've-seen-everything delivery, and of course, performing primarly solo with sparse musical compositions. Except, while Fortino hits you with a darkness, Kaylee Cole takes the opposite route; her attitude of a joyful adolescence.

I'm not positive on her age, and she did mention getting married this coming weekend, but Cole still holds the youth most lose as they enter adulthood. Her piano parts do not delve into complication and they hold a frolicking cadence. The lyrics speak about dreams, whether her head is wrapped around them too much to sleep or she's scolding another to stop dreaming so much. She looked to the sky in awe as each plane flew extremely low, coming in for a landing at Boeing Field mere blocks from the stage.

During her performance, ear to ear grins greeted us after each song.