Karen Dalton, Cotton Eyed Joe (Live in Boulder, 1962)
This is superb. Posthumously released, but fully the equal of her two studio albums. A series of colossal, perfectly-weighted performances that breathe fresh nuance into songs you thought you knew.
The lightness of touch remains, even now, somewhat disarming - this is music so remote it seems to exist outside time. (Karen was in her 20s when it was recorded, but you couldn’t age the cadence in that voice.)
It’s extraordinary stuff - like everything which bears her imprint. KD deserves a much bigger reputation.