by Kaelen Bell
“I have a bit of a cold,” Tamara Lindeman says, a little apologetically, as she kneels to quietly blow her nose. The crowd laughs gently and murmurs with sympathy, though they seem to watch even this small moment with baited breath. It hasn’t broken the hex. Continue reading “Live show review :: The Weather Station”
by Kaelen Bell
I call Tamara Lindeman just before she’s about to hit the road, and she apologizes that she doesn’t have long to talk. She played POP Montreal last night and is headed to Ottawa to perform again this evening.
Lindeman has been travelling and writing songs as The Weather Station for more than a decade, building a carefully considered body of work that dissects, with delicate tension, the grey areas within and around us. Continue reading “The Weather Station”
