
Even with all of her recent success, she is still determined to do things on her own merits, even if that means playing in out of the way venues.

The delicacy of her music in this period is of a piece with her famous 1970 LP, and her voice is even more angelic.

Folk-Blues acoustic master still commands attention.

One of the stranger albums to reemerge in the freak-folk revival of psychedelic artifacts.

On the four lengthy tracks, the effect is both hypnotic and transcendent. For variety, halfway through there’s the brief “Clouds Collapse,” a sparely constructed array of plucks and plinks that achieves a Zen-like intense focus on pure sound, the perfect palate cleanser.

Meg Baird of Espers has made a solo acoustic album in the vein of the traditional English folk that has been such a major ingredient in the sound of her band.
I’ve been performing my version of your song “Ride The Fence” to very enthusiastic mostly white ‘indie rock’ and/or primarily apolitical folky audiences on both sides of the bay, and I’d like to record it for an upcoming album. I need to get your permission and/or blessing to do this.

Talk about intimate! Joe’s Pub’s cozy environment and Adem’s stripped down, acoustic set made for one enjoyably mellow evening.
But even if the words don’t matter as much as the tune, the tune may not matter as much as a good singer. “The singer not the song” dichotomy definitely complicates the words/tune dichotomy…

This 78-minute, 27-track compilation opens aptly with the classic “Joe Hill,” proclaiming that the Industrial Workers of the World leader’s spirit lives on, despite his execution.