Felix Obelix is the compositional/songwriting project of Wendy Spitzer (Lemming Malloy, The Physics of Meaning, ex-Eyes to Space). Her music is a jerky blend of rocksy whatnot, avant-garde whosit and old-fashioned multiple-meter mathematical moxie: the twisted hits from unpopular Big-Note piano books that never were. A mash of her time spent in classical, experimental and pop circles, this is a musical cocktail mixed by a barmaid with adventuresome taste. Song topics lie squarely in the land of dread. The inevitable march of time, finding meaning in life before death, the sticky mess of memory — these are all handled with a wry ear for irony, but with ample heart too. Felix Obelix is the idea that you can’t go home again, and wouldn’t want to if you could, and if you did, you would find it had been razed to the ground, with a Gulp-and-Go built in its place, where you would buy your slushee and marvel in its sweet goodness, because hey you’re thirsty, and you always hated that house anyway.

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http://felixobelix.com/FelixObelixonesheet.pdf