cavern couch and solitary

and last night, the cavern, darla oates, who is a charming little drunkard of a musician brimming with new interpretations of aimee mann, buckley, bowie. a kind of pure soul compared to what is in most of music today.

the better part of it is so far beyond casual it's hard to comprehend: she goes on whenever she damn well pleases (one night 10:00, another 11:30), plays for a while, takes a few breaks (which range in no order from long enough to run to the can to long enough to get a good night's rest in the middle of), and comes back more than ever, darker, more intense: free. a sight to behold.

2004-03-16 | 10:03 a.m.
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