When the weather gets like this I tend to gravitate back toward this album. While searching for this song on YouTube, I came across these insightful comments: It’s comforting to know that even though I am not on the internet very much anymore that it is still just the fucking same as always.
The Joanna Newsom show Sunday at the Mercy Lounge was equal parts lovely and wonderful and ridiculous and funny. The lovely and wonderful parts are, of course, the bits where Newsom and her band were involved (we more or less missed the entire opening act since the show was listed as starting at 9 but he was already playing by the time we got there at 8:30). It is a new experience for me, watching…
I got my hands on the new record, and it’s complex and sprawling and I have still not gotten to know it as well as I should have, which makes me love it even more. A girl doesn’t have to give up all her secrets the first time she’s asked, you know. Watch her performances. Here we have the rare female artist who is allowed to look weird and sound silly while making art. So…
I don’t have the album yet but I pine for it, especially after reading this. “Baby Birch” is more than nine minutes long but you’ve got to give it some time, be patient, and let it be. It’s gorgeous.
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