The first time I heard Zola Jesus was about six months ago when Mary slapped her 2nd CD onto the disc tray, and this voice emerged from the B&W's. "Who is THIS?", I asked. "Zola Jesus," Mary replied. "Soul of Jesus?" I was seeking corroboration on this dame's name. "No. Zola. Jesus.," Mary enunciated. And set me straight enough to attend Zola's show at the Guggenheim last Thursday nite. It was an event of dizzying proportions for me because I have a combination of claustro/crowdphobia, and acrophobia. Zola's voice helped to keep me calm, and I was surprised that such a huge voice emerged from this little wisp of a girl! I'm not sure the acoustics of the museum were the best forum for her talent, but it was a damn cool setting.
