"The war will wage in my guts
Til the devil bites the dust
I never saw him losing a race, but I think he must."

We got Heart Food by Judee Sill this weekend ... quite stunning. Think the best of Joni Mitchell without all the ostentatious trills and jangle, a somber female late-career Phil Ochs, a dark set of songs with glimmering redemption just a few feet out of reach. Former prostitute, oscillating junkie, only two albums completed in her lifetime which were (obviously) too heavy for the marketplace of the early 1970s, then dead of a Mexican overdose at age 34.

There's some good unreleased demos & such you can check out here if that sounds good at all. Do it, I sez.