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:: Sunday, October 12, 2003 ::

The first order of business is the show Thursday night: Gillian Welch & David Rawlings. I mean, wow. They performed some things from the new album, Soul Journey ("Look At Miss Ohio," "One Monkey," "I Had a Real Good Mother and Father"), some from Time the Revelator ("My First Lover," "Red Clay Halo," and of course, "Revelator"), as well as some old faves like "One More Dollar" and some things they haven't yet recorded. David's hair has grown nearly to his shoulders, but he still wears his gospel suit. And Gillian wore a purple sparkley dress, perfect for Eugene. The house was packed. It was just the two of them, no back-up drums or bass. It was so intoxicating in a whiskey kind of way, sad but sweet. They didn't play "Everything Is Free" or "Annabelle," but no matter.... maybe next time. And they did three encores to a truly devoted crowd. Andy and I stuck around afterward for autographs. She came out in jeans and a black leather jacket, with granny glasses on. When I shook her hand, it was thin and soft, but so strong. Damn, I'd date her. She signed my CD "To Annabelle." Susan's gonna shit. As for me, well, I am still under the spell of the haunting simplicity and truth of this particular artist. Her music plays as I go about the house, not so much in the background, but more like a pulse that keeps me connected and lifts my heart up into moments of beauty so pure it's painful.

There's more happening these days, but it'll keep. Time's the revelator.

:: Anne 12:27 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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