Her first record was called I Need to Start a Garden, and it took seven years for the second one to arrive, which is either a joke about gardening or the most honest thing a songwriter has done this decade. Seed of a Seed came out and the people who had been waiting did not act surprised - they behave at these shows less like an audience and more like congregants. She plays fingerstyle, she stops songs partway to talk, and she has a way of getting a full room to go so quiet you can hear the building settle around her. Greg Mendez opens, which is its own reason to come early: he writes short, plain, devastating songs that make the main set land harder than it would cold. This is the Los Angeles stop, a night after the San Diego one, in a South Pasadena room that holds a few hundred and lets the ceiling do the rest.
Her first record was called I Need to Start a Garden, and it took seven years for the second one to arrive, which is either a joke about gardening or the most honest thing a songwriter has done this decade. Seed of a Seed came out and the people who had been waiting did not act surprised - they behave at these shows less like an audience and more like congregants. She plays fingerstyle, she stops songs partway to talk, and she has a way of getting a full room to go so quiet you can hear the building settle around her. Greg Mendez opens, which is its own reason to come early: he writes short, plain, devastating songs that make the main set land harder than it would cold. This is the Los Angeles stop, a night after the San Diego one, in a South Pasadena room that holds a few hundred and lets the ceiling do the rest.
Her first record was called I Need to Start a Garden, and it took seven years for the second one to arrive, which is either a joke about gardening or the most honest thing a songwriter has done this decade. Seed of a Seed came out and the people who had been waiting did not act surprised - they behave at these shows less like an audience and more like congregants. She plays fingerstyle, she stops songs partway to talk, and she has a way of getting a full room to go so quiet you can hear the building settle around her. Greg Mendez opens, which is its own reason to come early: he writes short, plain, devastating songs that make the main set land harder than it would cold. This is the Los Angeles stop, a night after the San Diego one, in a South Pasadena room that holds a few hundred and lets the ceiling do the rest.
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