With Elias approaching two years, and food prices trending in the same direction as oil, opportunities to go out to see music are few and far between. Luckily, we made it to the Porter Phelps-Huntington House Museum to see Cordelia’s Dad. The weather sucked (it drizzled, and thunder could be heard in the distance), and the blood-sucking bugs were gunning me down, but the evening was quite nice, especially with all the old hymns and folksongs that comprised the band’s set (Ralph would approve). This is a clip from Cordelia’s Dad’s singer, Tim Eriksen (his whole Youtube channel is excellent), though the shades of Tuvan throat singing probably had no place in 19th-Century America, South or North.

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