“It’s a harp fer chrissakes!” was my reaction each time I’d read another reviewer fawning over Joanna Newsom’s _Ys_. What use could I have for a silly retro dandelion-and-fairies harp playing waif? Armed with an iTunes gift certificate and being a sucker for all things recommended, I decided to see what the fuss was about. Three minutes into the opening “Emily” I knew I was listening to something unique. Twenty minutes later, after “Sawdust & Diamonds” I realized I’d for the most part stopped breathing.
The album is on it’s 4th time through and I don’t see any reason to listen to anything else just yet. Like listening to someone read an ancient fairy tale while dreaming, it’s completely mesmerizing.
Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow!
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll;
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore