I love Joanna Newsome. Apparently her new album is coming out in about a month. I am yet again seduced by this song’s loopy lyrical insistence on letting strange images play themselves way out into her songs. There are things in this particular song that seem a little more, riskily, straight-forward. Like I think the line she keeps singing at the end of this is “I can love you aching.” She’s asking for “you” to give her permission to do that. “Tell me I can love you aching.” And then she does, just ache.
She’s good.
