Joanna Newsom played a few weeks back in Brisbane.
On occasion, she bordered on the magical: her voice slightly more reminiscent of Kate Bush then I've recall it being before: the song about the daddy long-legs being particularly charming and lengthy (I might have dreamed the subject matter): the drummer in particular bringing his instrument alive through simple use of elegance and silence, the way most drummers are entirely unable to do: the new songs (and the evening was stuffed full of them) boding well for her forthcoming TRIPLE album. I stayed the length, and that's rare.
