See, what’s weird is the fact that, despite her being my favorite female singer for over a decade and my longtime pick as Best Contemporary Female Singer, I am so not a Kristin Hersh groupie. I rarely, if ever, go to her site, which is definitely how I missed the fact that she’s given it a revamp (make that a strip-down) and now has a a blog. Well, slap me silly or call me a monkey’s uncle. Or both.

She’s got archives dating back to August, so I suppose I’m not that out of the loop, but still… I missed a solo performance at the Knitting Factory last month. This is a serious bummer, as I’ve really wanted Leland to see her, acoustic-style (he actually went to a performance of her latest full-frontal-rock-rage endeavor, 50 Foot Wave, and while I love that Kristin knows how to get loud, I love her acoustic live shows even more). Ah, well. She always comes back to New York.

Now for the exciting news: she’s making another Appalachian folk song record! Here’s what she has to say about it, in an August blog entry:

“Meanwhile, now that the ‘new Wave’ material is in Bernie and Rob’s hands, I’ve fallen completely under the spell of Murder, Misery II. These amazing old folk songs will NOT stop playing in my head, something I’ve never experienced with songs that aren’t my own.

I think it’s that they’re so comfortable…moving without being emotionally manipulative. The southern accent I work so hard to hide slips out gently, without dropping my IQ a single point. And I’m not even drunk! I guess there’s a part of me that never left the little white house in Georgia where I was born.”

“Moving without being emotionally manipulative.” YES! Damn, cats & kittens, wish I’d thought of it.

I’ll have fun picking through the archives. I haven’t read a whole lot of Kristin’s written voice. Pleasantly surprising but not really a surprise (more of an “oh, of course!”), her missives here remind me a lot of my best friend Bee.

Maybe that’s me projecting? I love them girls, so I don’t really care…