Indie pop band Cinema Hearts want you to feel all of the feels. Their newest single “To The Boy Who Broke My Heart”, from the sophomore release Burned and Burnished, spins a timeless tale of love gone wrong and wraps it in a doo-wop sound straight out of an Enchantment Under The Sea dance. Singer Caroline Weinroth, trained in live theater and serving as Miss Northern Virginia 2018, uses her puppy dog eyes and red lips to make one wonder how could young love have gone so wrong. Weinroth plays a solo set at the August 6th edition of Free Hotdog Monday at Dew Drop Inn, so skip lunch and fill both your belly and your heart with joy.
Last week dreamy indie pop trio Cinema Hearts released their second music video from their debut album Feels Like Forever. “I Want You (But I Don’t Need You)” is the perfect vehicle for singer Caroline Weinroth’s darling vocal delivery, with a retro 50s style radio single about love and assertiveness. The music video, directed by Brad Howard and produced by Weinroth, leverages her background in musical theater to create an “Enchantment under the Sea” worthy dance extravaganza with matching outfits and dance moves.
Dreamy indie pop band Cinema Hearts released their first music video today, and it’s as charming as you’d expect of this young and talented band. “Daydreaming” comes from their debut album Feels Like Forever which came out earlier this year.
Singer Caroline Weinroth described the song and video in their email newsletter:
This summer, we took a road trip to go camping in the mountains and play music for folks outside of our hometown. It was our band’s first small weekend tour (a friend of Erich’s scoffed at the idea that I called this getaway a “tour,” arguing that a “real band tour” would include more nights sleeping on strangers’ floors and more concert dates in far-off cities. But for a girl who has never left home, a weekend in the Blue Ridge Mountains is a thrilling and nerve-racking adventure).
When I drive down Route 81, I am always in awe of the vast farmland, the tacky billboards advertising roadside attractions, and the grand mountains looming beyond the skyline. We stopped in the small town of Harrisonburg, Virginia, and I thought of how my closest friends and strongest crushes moved there and attended school at the town’s big spirited university, while I remained at the local commuter college and lived at home. I wrote “Daydreaming” during a 3-hour lecture class I had on Fridays. I was daydreaming about a boy I liked who went to school in Harrisonburg, and the possibility that we could date in the summertime when he returned (he never called me again).
Driving in Southern Virginia fills me with opposing feelings: the quirky landmarks excite me and the quaint towns bore me; visiting friends with their laid-back Southern habits makes me envious of their routines, yet their lifestyles convince me that I truly belong with the rushing hubbub of the North. I often wonder what my life would have been like had I gone to school in Harrisonburg too, and then I realize that this band, my favorite thing, never would have happened.