I sat entranced - transfixed. A creature that kept me wishing for eye contact. She played like a goddess, and no goddess is straight. What else is there to say? We got her CD, and I'm afraid to listen to it lest it lets me down... Heather went straight to her guitar once we got home, and I went straight to the Journal.

photo by Charles Steinberg from danyariver.com

Sigh. She was like Jennie's creme brouille... too sweet to consume en masse - and yet, you never wanted it to end. There's very little that I'm willing to ration, but Danya... and the creme brouille, were just like that. I wanted to savour every moment. I wanted her to play slower so I could integrate every note into my body. Hwah.

I'm probably going to be in trouble with Heather for ranting like this, actually, so I'd best quit writing about her.

Go check her out. There are a couple of East Coast dates on her calendar, and she'd be worth the road trip. I swear, no disappointment. Not there, anyhow.

However, with us...