On Monday, I went with friends to the historic Green Mill in Chicago to hear the Patricia Barber Quartet:
Swirls of sound, expanding into the universe, burrowing into the darkness with rays of light, a tender, sweet vocal riding on a muscled, well-oiled, leathery machine of music.
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I had been a fan for several years and I bought a number of Patricia Barber's CD. This was one of my first visits to the Green Mill. I heard some wild, innovative stuff that wasn't anything like the recordings. The room was spinning and I was in another world.
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