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A post about a show
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…
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‘Trying to quit’ll make you wish you didn’t start’
My good friend Kristin made me a Nashville mix CD back in January and it had this song on it, and I swear to you, every time I hear it, I can’t help but get a little teary. I am a sentimental fool and this is a great fucking song. (Caitlin Rose.) It’s this kind of thing that makes me pine for Nashville even while I cling to Memphis.
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‘She’s got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside a brain’
I had a moment with a robin today. Might be the same one who always pops up when I’m outside in the yard. Saraclark says he’s waiting for me to move branches and leaves and uncover worms for him to eat. So I guess I’m being used. But it’s still pretty interesting to be minding your own business and then turn around to see a bird two feet from you, watching your every move. I…
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‘Against your walls, against your rules, against your skin’
This song has been in my brain since we heard it at The Cove Friday night. (I’m partial to the alternate video but it cuts the song off at the end.) I went to bed early last night (1:30 is early for me), but ended up sleeping late anyway, and am now battling brain fog as I’m trying to get some freelance photo work done. Plus I need a haircut and an oil change and…
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‘But there is no treason where there is only lawlessness’
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…
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‘There is a barber who’s cutting and cutting away at my only joy’
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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