Joanna

I missed one of my gig anniversaries yesterday. For it was fourteen years and one day ago, ie 13th April 2005, that I went to see Joanna Newsom for the first time in Glasgow. The venue was the Grand Ole Opry (quite a place, it features in the current Wild Rose movie rather prominently if you wish to see it in the flesh so to speak) and Joanna was utterly spellbinding. I can still remember very vividly how she looked at the murals surrounding her with complete bewilderment, and her banter with the crowd as she applied superglue to her split fingertips in between songs. Them harpists are hardcore!

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