New faces from across the Atlantic tonight. Ian Caulfield, in concert at the Carré Blanc festival in Tinqueux, France this past May 3rd. With a debut single released only a few months ago, Caulfield has been stirring up a lot of attention on both sides of the English Channel. Ironically, with an American/UK sounding name you would think he was either an American or English. But no, Ian Caulfield is very French and in a very short period of time, has gained a big following in his native France.
There is very little in the way of biographical information on Caulfield. The best I was able to find was an article for the Music blog Les Inrocks, written by JD Beauvallet. (gist translation via Google, so be easy on it):
At the time of MySpace, many young artists who have never known the platform speak nostalgia, it was fashionable to define themselves according to the artists we loved. The young French Ian Caulfield, with this name probably drawn in tribute to the legendary character of JD Salinger, is among those who prefer to play cards on the table. Except that smart would be the one who, from his list of influences, could consider the sound of the Rémois, produced by Guillaume des Shoes. He claims the same passion for Jeff Buckley, Kendrick Lamar, Lana Del Rey, Yann Tiersen or Beach House. In business for only a few months, Ian Caulfield will have plenty of time to decant and filter his fascinations. But what his universe reveals a first title, Winter Leaf, is already eloquent enough to quickly claim, require a continuation. “My dream is a book that we can not let go and when we finish it, we want the author to be a friend”, said Holden Caulfield in The Catcher. We would like Ian Caulfield to be a friend.
Maybe not a lot to go on, but the voice is what matters in this case, and Ian Caulfield has a pretty amazing one. I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot more of his in the future.
Just a hunch. (BTW: The announcers for France Bleu get a bit chatty from time to time, running the risk of stepping all over intros. it seems to be a popular thing to do, these European broadcasts. But they are worth the momentary annoyance – honest!)