The last time I saw Sinéad O’Connor perform, maybe 10 years ago, someone in the crowd asked her to play “Troy,” her furious ballad to a lover who is also someone else’s lover. And she laughed and said that she had done a lot of therapy to not have to sing “Troy” anymore. At least I think it was “Troy.” It might have been “The Last Days of Our Acquaintance,” about a different breakup. …
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