Here's some sad news: the excellent singer Lhasa de Sela passed away.
For those who don't know her music, she blended traditional music from Central and South America with her own modern style, telling beautiful, entrancing ballads in three languages (Spanish, English and French) on sparse but warm melodies. I had the good fortune to see her play live; she introduced many of her songs with a personal story and completely possessed the stage (not a simple feat for a quiet singer in front of Parisian concert goers, one of the worst behaved crowds you can get). Her albums La Llorona and The living road have been continuously on my playlist for years. Even though she was a stranger, I realize I will miss her.