The first time I saw PJ Harvey was in 1992 at the 9:30 Club in Washington DC. This is when it was still a small club on F Street. I was fresh out of art school and in awe of her music. At the time I thought what she was doing was high art. A lofty feeling like that can’t sustain itself over the years but when I was watching her this past Friday at The Warfield(with John Parish) I was still in awe. She is unique, compelling, and relevant. I was in the presence of a committed art maker. Can somebody put that in a bottle?