Last weekend I went to Berkeley to see Laurie Anderson. It was a magical evening.
A stage studded with candles it was simply four musicians weaving a night of wonder. Laurie started with a story about birds (before there was a world) and it just went onwards and upwards from there.
Darker, sadder, angrier and more political than I've ever heard her, it was also sweet and beautiful. She is a poet and a surprisingly accomplished singer and musician.
Haunting.
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