Keren Ann featured in NY Times Magazine
“There was blood on my shoes, blood on my makeup, blood on the ceiling, blood on the piano,” she sings in “Blood on My Hands,” about a performer who comes out firing. The bartender, the band, her audience — none of them escape. “Of course it’s fiction,” the 37-year-old singer said over the phone from her home in Paris. “I’m not going to shoot up the entire room. But I always thought the fantasy of gangster-as-singer onstage had kind of a funny feel. You and your band and the audience are partners in crime. The doors are closed. Only you know and they know what went well and what went wrong.” Continued here.