Last night, weird americana singer Josephine Foster played at the Talking Head club. Good turnout for a Sunday night. Opening for her were a couple acts: Abuelo Hongo, a stoner couple playing acoustic noise/experimental, and Autumn Rains, an older gentleman not as good as Michael Hurley.
I liked Josephine Foster- her voice is operatic as well as reminiscent of songs from the 30's and her guitar is very much in the vein of experimental folk music. She played solo, and my favorite song was about grits. I wish I could have caught the last act, described as shoegazer pop, Beach House, but I had to wake up at 5 in the morning.