tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765201235054773644.post3818425647500054829..comments2024-03-26T22:37:28.192+00:00Comments on The Hearth of Mopsus: A Journey with a Singer, Part 1WeepingCrosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00220836185673764089noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765201235054773644.post-8925474603737375982017-02-10T17:17:01.599+00:002017-02-10T17:17:01.599+00:00You're welcome! It wasn't *quite* the star...You're welcome! It wasn't *quite* the start: I don't remember hearing 'Dress', as it was 'Sheela na Gig' that grabbed my attention. And I didn't even see her perform until 2011. But *almost* the start!<br /><br />You can see how my sense of having grown along with her has affected the way I think about her. Part of why I love her, now, is the awareness of how she's moved from what she was at 21 to what she is at 47: that sense of gradually opening out of an intense but very narrow experience to something universal and grand. I'm so - and this is a strange thing to say - *proud* of her. <br /><br />Then there are the other aspects of who she is that captivate everyone else, too. She gives an impression of combined strength and fragility which is terribly beguiling, and I'm sure she's absolutely conscious of the effect that skinny frame, knobbly knees and big boots produce together. And there's also her refusal to give away very much, which gives everyone the chance to imagine the Polly they want. Of course I want to believe *I* really understand her, but then so does everyone else and I am probably just as wrong!WeepingCrosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00220836185673764089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765201235054773644.post-66784997768142463612017-02-08T13:20:53.120+00:002017-02-08T13:20:53.120+00:00I do envy you a slight bit, for being there from t...I do envy you a slight bit, for being there from the start. I couldn't have done that of course, as I hadn't even been born yet when Dry came out, but I do blame myself a little for not giving PJ a listen earlier than I did; I had been hearing her name for years after all. <br />You do a quite a good job of explaining why you find Polly so compelling. Yes there are other artists I love and enjoy, but Polly just eclipses everyone, to the extent that the work of other artists gets compared to her own; yes I know that is terribly unfair and slightly stupid, but there it is: it's not even a conscious thing. It's just that every aspect of her art is so unified, down to the outfits she wears. And she has, or at least her work has, in these few years, become an indispensable part of how I go about my own life, on a daily basis.<br />Anyway, it's nice to gush about Polly without feeling like a maniac; easier to do with someone who knows exactly what I'm talking about, possibly even better.Sadmouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02162707980323774513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765201235054773644.post-84829048164973816532016-10-17T08:14:45.689+01:002016-10-17T08:14:45.689+01:00Oh, there is a lot more of this yet to come!Oh, there is a lot more of this yet to come!WeepingCrosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00220836185673764089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765201235054773644.post-12828708011328549022016-10-17T02:09:01.228+01:002016-10-17T02:09:01.228+01:00Thanks again - this time you've opened a door ...Thanks again - this time you've opened a door to the work of an artist I know nothing much of, in any useful sense. The comments about connection with someone one doesn't know at all resonate for me.<br />You may know there is a folk-ish band called Sheela-na-gig, fun live though possibly not enormously rewarding on disc (mp3, waxed cyclinder, whatever...)confoundedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18123124640420465369noreply@blogger.com