NOT CRAP. So, so not crap.
She's a bad ass guitar player, seemingly out of her mind and sexy as hell to boot.
Anyone who votes crap, just go see her play, you'll get it.

Not Crap at all. What suprises me is that someone compared her to Tori Anus and not to Pj Harvey. Hell, even that's a stretch.
I'd like to see her live, Seems the consensus feels that's the best way to experience.

I have to say I was at a concert of hers in NY, july 1999, and not only I did not get it at all, Tori Amos is exactly who came to mind most of the time.

She was followed by Will Oldham, however, who blew me away, easily the most impressive of 30+ live performances I attended in the month I spent there. And I didn't (still don't) know any of his songs.

I saw her perform a day or two after September 11, 2001 in Richmond, Va. It was freaking intense. It was brave of her to play (other shows had been cancelled) and her and her band gave a performance to match the tension and confusion of the moment. Since I will *never* forget this show, I have to definitely say NOT CRAP.

I will now go and try to find some more of her music to listen to...

I saw her with Shellac in Athens a couple of years ago.

She was totally NOT CRAP.

I had never heard her music until I saw her play some years ago.

She was wearing these irritating pants—high-waisted tree trunk pants that reminded me of Tara Subkoff, who I hate.

I don't know what the drummer's name was, but he was the worst. He reminded me of Patrick Roy, the French Canadian hockey goalie. Roy was a pretty good goalie, but his glove saves were ridiculous. Normally, if the puck is coming, you catch it. Roy would catch it, do the splits for no reason, and flail has glove arm back behind his head. This drummer was the same. His actions had nothing to do with what he was playing. You know people who tell bad jokes, who take babies or records and pretend to dump them over the ocean or whatever to scare you. He did shit like that so people would look at him and his stupid drums.

I don't remember any of her lyrics, but I felt like she was yelling for no reason, like in that Niblett song where she goes, "Sometimes WE'D VISIT YOUR AUNT!" or "we woke up late again, AND WALKED INTO TOWN!"

Then there was that piano thing with the lights, which was like the circus or epilepsy.

There was this woman standing beside me. She looked like a big fan. She knew all the words, was jumping up and down, clapping. She was wearing a beige (maybe it was mustard or tan or vomit) circle skirt with brown flowers around the perimeter, and I remember that she was standing beside her shoes. For some reason she felt like she needed to feel the disgusting floor, cold slab to bare foot. Hippies are sensitive, see. They hear things in their fucking toes.

I don't remember anything about her songs or her guitar playing.

I remember thinking that it was the worst show I'd ever seen in my life.

(I am telling this story now because someone is dead. Kick me in the taco, swift.)

Postscript: I just watched that video. She is yelling for a reason I don't understand. Her guitar playing is okay, although I don't see any blood. There should be blood the way she is playing. The drummer is better (but lay off the ride, jeez).

this really made me laugh...

Hosoi wrote:You know people who tell bad jokes, who take babies or records and pretend to dump them over the ocean or whatever to scare you. He did shit like that so people would look at him and his stupid drums.

Hosoi wrote:I don't know what the drummer's name was, but he was the worst.

It was probably Birdstuff from Man or Astroman? He was her drummer for a while there a few years back.

Hosoi wrote:I had never heard her music until I saw her play some years ago.

She was wearing these irritating pants—high-waisted tree trunk pants that reminded me of Tara Subkoff, who I hate.

I don't know what the drummer's name was, but he was the worst. He reminded me of Patrick Roy, the French Canadian hockey goalie. Roy was a pretty good goalie, but his glove saves were ridiculous. Normally, if the puck is coming, you catch it. Roy would catch it, do the splits for no reason, and flail has glove arm back behind his head. This drummer was the same. His actions had nothing to do with what he was playing. You know people who tell bad jokes, who take babies or records and pretend to dump them over the ocean or whatever to scare you. He did shit like that so people would look at him and his stupid drums.

I don't remember any of her lyrics, but I felt like she was yelling for no reason, like in that Niblett song where she goes, "Sometimes WE'D VISIT YOUR AUNT!" or "we woke up late again, AND WALKED INTO TOWN!"

Then there was that piano thing with the lights, which was like the circus or epilepsy.

There was this woman standing beside me. She looked like a big fan. She knew all the words, was jumping up and down, clapping. She was wearing a beige (maybe it was mustard or tan or vomit) circle skirt with brown flowers around the perimeter, and I remember that she was standing beside her shoes. For some reason she felt like she needed to feel the disgusting floor, cold slab to bare foot. Hippies are sensitive, see. They hear things in their fucking toes.

I don't remember anything about her songs or her guitar playing.

I remember thinking that it was the worst show I'd ever seen in my life.

(I am telling this story now because someone is dead. Kick me in the taco, swift.)

Postscript: I just watched that video. She is yelling for a reason I don't understand. Her guitar playing is okay, although I don't see any blood. There should be blood the way she is playing. The drummer is better (but lay off the ride, jeez).

I've already posted far too many times on this thread, but I'll chime in one last time to state to refute the claim that Birdstuff is "the worst."

Hosoi wrote:I had never heard her music until I saw her play some years ago.

She was wearing these irritating pants—high-waisted tree trunk pants that reminded me of Tara Subkoff, who I hate.

I don't know what the drummer's name was, but he was the worst. He reminded me of Patrick Roy, the French Canadian hockey goalie. Roy was a pretty good goalie, but his glove saves were ridiculous. Normally, if the puck is coming, you catch it. Roy would catch it, do the splits for no reason, and flail has glove arm back behind his head. This drummer was the same. His actions had nothing to do with what he was playing. You know people who tell bad jokes, who take babies or records and pretend to dump them over the ocean or whatever to scare you. He did shit like that so people would look at him and his stupid drums.

I don't remember any of her lyrics, but I felt like she was yelling for no reason, like in that Niblett song where she goes, "Sometimes WE'D VISIT YOUR AUNT!" or "we woke up late again, AND WALKED INTO TOWN!"

Then there was that piano thing with the lights, which was like the circus or epilepsy.

There was this woman standing beside me. She looked like a big fan. She knew all the words, was jumping up and down, clapping. She was wearing a beige (maybe it was mustard or tan or vomit) circle skirt with brown flowers around the perimeter, and I remember that she was standing beside her shoes. For some reason she felt like she needed to feel the disgusting floor, cold slab to bare foot. Hippies are sensitive, see. They hear things in their fucking toes.

I don't remember anything about her songs or her guitar playing.

I remember thinking that it was the worst show I'd ever seen in my life.

(I am telling this story now because someone is dead. Kick me in the taco, swift.)

Postscript: I just watched that video. She is yelling for a reason I don't understand. Her guitar playing is okay, although I don't see any blood. There should be blood the way she is playing. The drummer is better (but lay off the ride, jeez).

While I disagree with the overall opinion:

a) I was not at this show!

b) This is a good summary of reasons not to like something!

c) Hippies can indeed hear...with their...feet!