Black Cat Magic

I am quite fond these days of Keren Ann's Nolita. I saw it in Paris last November, but the exchange rate was less than stellar and I didn't get it. Of course, I regretted that decision the moment I got back and flipped through the New Yorker, which featured a profile of Keren Ann and her fabulous new album.*

[With the general whirlwind activity that has characterized my life for the past few months, I didn't chronicle nearly enough of the extravagantly memorable experiences I had during my two weeks in France. Clearly, a longer post will have to wait.] The issue of Muze I bought in the train station in Paris has an interview with Keren Ann that includes her responses to a Proustian questionnaire, e.g.

La couleur que je prefere: le vert.
La fleur que j'aime: la tulipe blanche...
...Ma nourriture et boisson preferees: "I never say no to champagne and caviar."

She's playing a few shows in New York, including one at Fez on March 9.

*It was cringe-worthy at the time but worked out serendipitously, as I got the album soon thereafter thanks to the fabulous Sasha (who is not a girl, btw).