Josh Tillman of Fleet Foxes will play John Misty in Kerry
CAN a person be polite and acerbic? Such is the face Josh Tillman, aka critically lauded troubadour Father John Misty, presents to the world. On record, the Los Angeles-based singer proceeds from melancholy to mocking; in person, he is softly-spoken, yet with the faintly withering disposition of someone who gave up suffering fools a long time ago.
âItâs cool that people like my record,â says the singer-songwriter, referring to his acclaimed LP, I Love You, Honeybear. âBut Iâm not sure how I can articulate that feeling. Youâre not going to get very far with me on that line of thinking. I mean, how many times have you got a cogent, interesting answer to that question? Itâs not as if my life has changed in any meaningful way.â
Tillman is in his mid-30s and possibly too jaundiced to accept success at face-value. Nonetheless, Honeybear, garlanded in five-star reviews and rave tweets, has brought him to the attention of a wider audience; he is in a position to replicate the popularity of Bon Iver, another tortured singer-songwriter who unintentionally stumbled upon a mass following.
Album review: Father John Misty
This popularity is doubly striking when you consider the subject matter of the album. It was written in the run-up to Tillmanâs marriage to Emma Elizabeth, a Los Angeles filmmaker.
However, the project is no valentine to monogamy; rather, it is a warts-and-all chronicling of a relationship â a confessional that refuses to believe in happy endings.
âThe record does a better job of articulating my thoughts than I can,â he says. âIt was definitely an album where I was cannibalising my life experiences. The songs are postcards from an array of emotions. Iâm asking the question of whether divine love exists. Iâm not really sure it does.â
Honeybear is remarkable â a rumination on love that rejects received ideas about romance and commitment. It is unusually clear-eyed, with little room for cliche. Tillmanâs goal was to channel his experiences of intimacy into something that felt real, rather than âthe kind of generic crap that passes for long songsâ.
Tillman has been around the block. Through his 20s, as âJ Tillmanâ, he released a series of deeply bleak albums. However, his introduction to wider audiences was via Fleet Foxes, whom he joined as drummer in 2004.
He made two LPs with them, but it was not the happiest of hook-ups. Tillman was a hired hand with little creative input (âI was making more money than I ever had,â he said later. âRobotically playing these parts, night after night.â) Moreover, his outgoing presence jarred with the groupâs somnambulant vibe, as will have been clear to anyone who observed them in concert. âIt was fun for a while,â Tillman says. âWe had a good time at the startâ.
Eventually, Tillman could take no more and quit. He was angry and frustrated at how things had worked out. His solution was to travel by van from Seattle to Los Angeles (his new home), partaking freely of magic mushrooms (âI had enough to choke a horseâ) along the way. Donât try this at home folks, but for Tillman, the overall experience was liberating: it blew out the cobwebs and allowed him to rationally contemplate the next chapter of his life.
On that long, hazy journey south, Father John Misty â which he views as somewhere between stage name and alter-ego â came into being.
Behind his slightly jokey demeanor, Tillman confesses to carrying a weight of pain. He had a difficult upbringing and the scars never quite healed.
His parents were evangelical Christians in suburban Maryland, who believed the Bible to be literally true. He was told hell was an actual place; that, if he wasnât careful, he might be on a path to eternal damnation. At the time, he was eight years old: as a teenager, he drifted away from the Church, and his relationship with his mother and father is strained to this day.
âI went to a Pentecostal, messianic Jewish cult school, where I was taught to exorcise demons from my classmates and speak in tongues, and had these insane, engineered psychedelic experiences,â he has said. âPeople were lifting my arms up to worship, while kids lay convulsing on the floor, talking about seeing their dead grandparents.â
The Tillman that emerges on Honeybear is a contradictory figure: at once spiritual and selfish, melancholic, yet obsessed with carnality. What did his new bride think of his bearing his soul â and pulling back the covers on their relationship â so explicitly? âThatâs what she loves about me,â he says. âItâs why she married me.â
Duran Duran (Sunday): The icons of frosted-tip 1980s pops have avoided the purgatory of the nostalgia circuit. In fact, they never broke up and released albums through the 1990s and 2000s. A new LP is expected later this year.

Texas (Sunday): Led by the mercurial Sharleen Spiteri, Texas are a rarity: a rock band that went pop and came away with their credibility enhanced. Remember âI Donât Want a Loverâ? They will celebrate their 30th anniversary in 2016.
Burt Bacharach (Sunday): Incredibly, Bacharach is still touring at 86. The doyen of easy-listening, he had a hand in some of the greatest pop songs ever written, including âWalk On Byâ, âTwenty Four Hours From Tulsaâ, and âRaindrops Keep Falling On My Headâ.
Mick Flannery (Sunday): The Cork singer-songwriter has quietly built a huge following and released four acclaimed collections of bruised and plaintive blues-ballads.
Walking On Cars (Saturday): The Dingle band have been hailed Irelandâs answer to Mumford and Sons. Their songs certainly have a folksy lilt, though the interplay between singers, Patrick Sheehy and Sorcha Durham, is surely their secret weapon.


