I can’t help it, but I cringe when hearing that a musician has had their first child. We know what’s coming. The new album where the happy new parental unit goes all gooey about this new life and how wonderful it all is. Holy crap, that sounds cynical. Ahem … Then came Ani DiFranco to prove me wrong. If ever there was an artist who presents emotions in their pure, raw state, it’s Ani. Both before, and after, becoming a mom. I loved that. Well that, and the way she abuses her acoustic guitar.
‘Half Notes’ are quick-take thoughts on music from Something Else! Reviews, presented whenever the mood strikes us.
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