Haven't done one of these for a long, long time, but standing outside for a smoke, I recalled Kim Robertson... I listened to her first album probably in the summer of 81, and immediately fell in love with her. She did a show in Corvallis in 93, I think, and I loved her even more. She recounted a story from her graduate studies in music. She and her advisor did not get along well, and her practice room was adjacent to his office... she would purposely knock her harp out of tune just to piss him off. How could you not love a woman like that? The above isn't her, but it is a note-perfect (albeit shortened) rendition of the first piece off her first album, Windshadows. Even after countless listenings, Lauda, meaning "praise," still gives me goosebumps.