Damn, I was in watching Footballers’ Wives….
…when I should have been out watching Laura Veirs. According to the review in today’s paper, it was really rather special:
For most of the evening, the audience is entirely quiet, rapt, a rare thing for a London show, but no less than these entirely wondrous songs deserve. When Veirs finally leaves the stage, you feel as if you’ve witnessed some strange phenomenon, not entirely explicable by earthly means.
Oh well, next time, perhaps.