In Her Own Time and Ours: The Cult of Karen Dalton

THERE ARE VOICES and then there are voices. Sometimes the ones that move us most are those most on the edge: the ones racked with pain, the ones that sound beyond hope. One such belongs to the late Karen Dalton, a tragic half-Cherokee, half-Irish beauty who left a paltry but bewitching legacy of two official albums, the second (In My Own Time) reissued for the first time by a tiny label called Light In The Attic.