Last night we went to a hyperarty "happening" at Moma. Lots of hipsters, free drinks, and Cat Power! Sober! She was super coherent, but sang a short set - possibly because there were a *lot* of people talking. But she didn't throw a tantrum or anything! Instead, she came out and sang a completely charming a capella encore, mostly to Doug Aitken (whom the whole shebang was ostensibly about), but with a few shy smiles at the audience - unheard of! Then it was free posters for all and home to bed (for me at least).
