A set of production errors resulted in Erik Davis’s article on Joanna Newsom being published without some minor changes he had made to the text, and with the entire first paragraph garbled. That paragraph should read:
Last February, in Los Angeles, Joanna Newsom took to the stage at the ArthurBall and performed, for the first time in their entirety, the five loonnggg songs that make up her new album Ys. Many folks present were already chest-deep in the cult of Joanna, a fandom that made 2004’s The Milk-Eyed Mender a leftfield indie hit and that turned Newsom herself into the sort of music-maker that inspires obsessive devotion as well as pleasure. At the time I admired Mender, but was, as of yet, no acolyte. I dug a handful of songs, but like many listeners, I found the eccentricity of Newsom’s voice sometimes rather grating. I also feared that the outsider waif thing was just an underground pose stitched together with lacy thrift-store duds and an iPod stuffed with mp3s of the Carter Family and Shirley Collins.
Yikes. Our deepest apologies to Erik, and to our readers. The complete, correct version of the article is now available here.
The Rops artwork is reversed.
The visuals on this page have been incorrectly identified in the caption. They are actually, from left to right: a photo of Oscar Wilde, a photo of Aubrey Beardsley and a drawing by Robert Crumb.
The “Pricksters” comic strip at the top of the page is by Robert Crumb.
The correct title of the Aubrey Beardsley drawing is “Examination of the Herlad.”
The covers of the Tijuana Bibles appear to the right of the caption.
Chuck Dukowski’s wife is named Lora (not “Nora”).
Also, we should’ve printed a special thanks to John Coulthart, Arthur’s Man in Manchester, for his generous work in providing appropriate images to illustrate the Alan Moore essay. Cheers John!