Ms. Piau closed the recital with three of Britten's exquisite folk-song arrangements, sitting next to Ms. Manoff on the piano bench for a quiet, clear "There's None to Soothe".
Souad Massi Deb (Heart Broken) (2003) When Souad Massi first moved from Algeria to France, she sounded like an exquisite folk-club diva, singing gently sad-edged, intimate ballads.
Also all around the side streets in Plaka and Monastiraki are various shops where you can find everything from traditional Greek sandals, army surplus and rock T-shirts to exquisite antique folk and costume jewellery.
Tom Hughes The Pierces Love You More Captivating single by two Alabama sisters who fuse exquisite 60s folk harmonies and a foreboding quality that reminds me of the Julie Driscoll/Brian Auger version of This Wheel's On Fire.
The Yale University Art Gallery's exquisite new American folk art exhibition opened the day before Valentine's Day with over-the-top pink walls and the title "Made for Love: Selections From the Jane Katcher Collection of Americana".
Bill Fay's two exquisite, early-1970s folk-jazz-rock albums – particularly 1971's Time of the Last Persecution – became cult artefacts decades later thanks to the enthusiastic patronage of some famous fans (notable among them Wilco's Jeff Tweedy – indeed, Fay covers Wilco on this album, and Tweedy sings on one song) and long-overdue reissues.
The cast included Kate's children, Rufus and Martha Wainwright, and her sister Anna, and the songs were a reminder of Kate's range, matching intense, personal lyrics with often exquisite melodies influenced by folk, country and hymns.
The puppets, also made by Mr. Lee, can be exquisite — a deer has the folk-art grace of a Bill Traylor drawing — or comic.
"Grand Canyon: A Different View" was put together by Tom Vail, who in his own contribution says he was working as a rafting guide in the canyon in 1994, "telling folks that the exquisite and varied rock layers came about through completely natural processes," when a woman on one of his trips introduced him to the Bible.
The word "gallantry" will do for the finer gestures of Picassoid amour, such as the exquisite pathos of his "rose period" carnival folk and the august monumentality of his neoclassicism.
But in its prime, Flying Nun's embrace of all post-punk's manifestations - exquisite psych-pop, cantankerous quasi-goth, warped folk, experimental synth warfare - meant it was New Zealand's Rough Trade, Factory, Postcard and Mute rolled into one.
