Bon Iver covering Sarah Siskind's "Lovin's for Fools"
Tickets went on sale last week for The New Yorker festival, the annual roundelay of uber-cultured readings, panels, concerts & events which -- much like The New Yorker itself -- are perhaps a bit too self-consciously about Culture with a capital C rather than about the culture (lower case c) that they are presenting.
These Are Powers offer no easy answers
One reason I stopped being a full-time music writer is that I hate feeling compelled to write about what I'm hearing when language fails to do justice to the sound. It should also go without saying that, at times, what one sees at a concert actually seems even more important than the music.