With her clarion sound and plainspoken desperation, Sharon Van Etten mainlines the huge mess to be live straight into their music—mixing sorrow, concern, and anxieties into a tingle psychological apex.
The people of heavens Rink—an indoor ice-skating venue overlooking the Hudson lake and, merely more west, the smudged shores of Hoboken—is made up virtually entirely of children according to the ages of 10, and yet the audio system remains blaring Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On”. Sharon Van Etten and I have inked several good loops—nothing nice, but nonetheless, good quality, propulsive work—when anything goes wrong. It’s tough for me to say what happens, just, but we land in a wiggly small pile throughout the ice, all of our limbs entangled, the skates kicking high in air. Van Etten try laughing fairly difficult. The woman is sort of on top of me. A couple teenagers in hockey gadgets glide over to allow us to right up, carefully brushing the shaved ice from your arms.Read More