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December 11, 2006


I've been up since seven (a rarity for me - more often, I'm up until seven) burning screener DVDs of various films and mailing them out to various friends and acquaintances (with a festival or two included for good measure), and am now trying to squeeze in a page or two of writing before heading up north to see Joanna Newsom perform in Oklahoma, a state which I frequently forget actually exists. As these things generally go, shortly after I bought tickets to that show, a whole slew of Texas dates were announced; on the other hand, for an impatient fellow like myself, tonight is always better than tomorrow. I get chills imagining a live version of Only Skin.

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She played Bridges And Ballons, The Book Of Right-On, a traditional Scottish folk song entitled Ca' The Yowes and then the entirety of Ys.

There's really no way to describe it, or to capture it in pictures, which is why I'm glad I decided to leave the flash off on my camera.

If it wasn't already sold out, I'd drive to Austin on Wednesday to see her again.

Posted by David Lowery at December 11, 2006 01:35 PM


Are you going to see her in NORMAN?!
That's where I was born in raised (on the playground is where I spent most of my days).

I considered going to that show for Smog, but they're doing two shows at the Parish in a couple of days (though I just checked at it appears that both shows may be sold out, that's what I get).

Norman's a good little town if you can figure out where NOT to go. Have fun.

Posted by: Regularkarate at December 11, 2006 03:14 PM

Indeed, Norman is where we went. We didn't venture past the campus grounds, though, or even too far beyond the theater therein.

Bill Callahan only played a few songs beforehand - the evening belonged to his paramour. He didn't even step in to do the backup vocals on Only Skin that he does on the record (one of her band members filled in instead).

Posted by: Ghostboy at December 12, 2006 03:07 AM

That makes me feel better about not being able to go. Only a few songs from Smog and the entirety of Ys sounds like being given a spoonful of delicious icecream and then getting kicked in the nuts and forced to listen to the entirety of Ys (which I don't hate, but I can't listen to all the way through without yelling "sing a song already")

Posted by: Regularkarate at December 12, 2006 01:44 PM