This is unlike the story it was written to be; I was riding its back when it used to ride me.


I have been completely entranced by Joanna Newsom's "Peach, Plum, Pear" and this video of it for the last 72 hours. I saw it awhile ago on my friend David's blog, and when I listened to it I didn't care for it. But he posted it again (elsewhere) and this time when I heard/saw it I was blown away. I've since downloaded 3 different versions of it, and plan to get even more live ones. Her voice could be obnoxious to some, I understand, but then so could Joni Mitchell's to certain ears.

Basically, if you get a mix CD from me in the next few months, expect this to be on it. Maybe twice.

David's description of the video sums it up perfectly:

"I love the unwieldy-ness of her harp, the way it obscures part of her face as it stands between the artist and the audience. It seems so appropriate given the way her confessional lyrics crash up against their vagueness.

Then in the bridge, an admission that often seems impossibly difficult to say so simply: “i was blue / and unwell”.

And at the end, I swear, she’s on the verge of tears. She looks away, regains her composure, finishes the song, demurely thanks the audience, and leaves the stage to wild applause.

I’m hypnotized by the sequence of events every time I watch it."

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