On of my few regrets about Jazz Fest 2012 is that I didn’t make it out to the Fairgrounds last Thursday to see Florence and the Machine perform. I came up with every excuse not to — it was hot, I was tired from a long day of work, my left knee was stiff and achy — I could go on and on. Meanwhile, I failed to consider how hearing Florence Welch’s voice in person is such a soul-rattling revelation. Her performance on Letterman last night reminded me of this.
Seriously, the woman has some goddamn pipes, no?
