Well, Larry, your prayers have been answered! I'm here to spread the gospel. Forget Jesus, God has a daughter! She walks amongst us now and, like a perfect angel, she plays the harp. Her name is Joanna Newsom. Bow down.
Forgive me Joanna for I have sinned. Last night whilst watching and listening to your astonishingly beautiful music, I caught a glimpse of your (pink) bra and several sacralicious thoughts ran through my head. Please forgive me, for I am just a man. My fallible mind cannot help but be distracted by your beauty. Joanna, I know you exist on a higher plane, and getting involved with mortals is most likely against all your heavenly laws. But I was wondering whether you'd like to go dinner sometime? Don't worry, I'll pay. Do you like Indian? Maybe we could go for a drink afterwards? And dancing? Do you like dancing?
Joanna played songs last night from both the Old and New Testaments, "The Book Of Right On" being the most well received. The crowd were mostly slack-jawed in awe, which prevented me from my usual enthusiastic singalongs for fear of disturbing the reverent silence. So I had to resort to power miming. This wasn't ideal, as I'd hoped to impress all the cute girls at the concert with my singing voice, but I guess that's just a sacrifice one has to make for one's religion.
Prior to Ms Newsom's life affirming sermon gloomy Danish post-rockers Under Byen had performed. Earlier in the week I had downloaded a couple of their tracks and was significantly impressed to think that I would enjoy their performance immensely. I was wrong. Usually I'm a bit fan of pretension. The more pretentious the better as far as I'm concerned. But it's a fine line to walk. There needs to be a certain amount of self-awareness and humour involved. Under Byen, unfortunately, fall the wrong side of that fine line. Their songs lacked a sustained imagination. Whilst sections showed promise, they all too often descended into bombastic post-rock cliche. They converted no-one.
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mmmm sacralicious
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