More information here. What the Wikipedia page doesn't tell you about is the intimacy, the stage presence, the breaking down of 'Good Intentions Paving Co.' with a five minute trombone solo, the technique, the amusement, the faces she makes when she sings, the fact that this hardened cynic was crying like a baby (well, a hardened cynical baby, but on the road to purity and innocence), the sheer glamour of the thing. It was a great concert, better than the previous one of hers we went to in the Courtauld Institute in London, which was romantic in its way (moths, moonlight), but not so perfect as this.
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