"We sailed away on a winter's day with fate as malleable as clay; but ships are fallible, I say, and the nautical, like all things, fades And I can recall our caravel: a little wicker beetle shell with four fine maste and lateen sails, its bearings on Cair Paravel O my love, O it was a funny little thing to be the ones to've seen. The sight of bridges and balloons makes calm canaries irritable;...
Excuse the title. This post has nothing to do with Ys, and I haven't even seen Borat. But really now, how cute am I?!Like pretty much everyone with a MOG or Last.fm account and an appreciation for awkward vocals, I've been totally obsessing over Joanna Newsom and Ys. She played a show near me recently-if an hour's distance away counts as near-and I unfortunately (read: DEVA - FUCKING - STATI...