As album titles go, Careers is an odd choice for Beverly, whose sultry pop jams evoke wild abandon, romantic ache, summertime softness -- pretty much anything but corporate aspiration. "I have no idea if there's any hidden meaning there," says frontwoman Drew Citron. "Like, is Rosebud just the sled?" While we await the July 1 release (recorded with cofounder Frankie Rose), here are a few of Citron's short-lived careers.
Children's entertainer: I dressed up like Disney princesses and played guitar for babies in Tribeca for a while. The parents were nutso but they always slipped you extra cash after birthday parties.
Performance art star: I sang in a fake Christian rock band called What About Sunday for a production of Hell House at St. Ann's Warehouse. It was a true replica of haunted houses they have in the Bible Belt to scare people to Jesus.
Sidewalk solicitor: I walked around Canal Street one summer asking people to take consumer experience surveys for different brands. It was such a weird Craigslist scammy endeavor, and paid hourly for some reason.
Shopgirl: I worked at a vintage store on Mulberry Street when I first moved here. The owner was really eccentric and had three huge storage spaces on Long Island filled with collectible Lucite handbags and Liza Minnelli bolero jackets. Everything was overpriced, nobody bought anything and he sadly went out of business. My coworker was Scott Matthew, one of my favorite songwriters to this day.
Waitress: My favorite job of all time was at Tortilla Flats, a sort of bachelorette-party Hades on West 12th Street. Most customers were European heiresses or models who'd gotten lost looking for Buddha Bar.
Photo by Dana Yavin.