we went to see gillian welch and her partner david rawlings a few weeks ago at the u, and it was divine. like a lot of folk and bluegrass musicians (who i'm partial to), they are the kind of performers who sound at least as good or better live than the album does. it was one of those shows that happens the way a show should, with the audience sitting so rapt and quiet that you can actually feel the music in your souly soul. it made me homesick for a time i never knew, when women wore straw hats and lawn dresses and you might tromp through a field alone to go berry-picking.
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