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It ain’t over … this land was made for you and me.
Today, my best wishes for the 4th of July are with the truth-tellers, especially those in the media who will continue to tell us what we need to know - about Project 2024, about the unbecoming behavior of Justice Alito and his wife, Justice Clarence Thomas and his wife, about why we should question why Biden's advanced age matters but Trump's crimes don't ... and on and on.
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Awesome Women, Birthdays, Christine Ohlman - "The Deep End", Concerts 2014, Crescent Ballroom - Dr. Dog, Great Concert Venues, Joan Osborne, John Prine, Memoir, MIM, Red Rocks Amphitheater, Rodney Crowell, Ryan Adams and Jenny Lewis, Steve Earle and Shawn Colvin, Steve Winwood, Stevie Wonder, The Crescent Ballroom, The Hold Steady, The Rhythm Room, The War on Drugs, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
cutting my own groove: distract, deny, and dance away
Life isn’t some vertical or horizontal line — you have your own interior world, and it’s not neat. ~ Patti Smith How do I begin to pack the stuff of the past twelve months in a box and tie it up with a big red bow? Just begin. Pluck out a memory and wrap it up. Move on to the next – in my own time. Shortly after Ken died, I discovered on Christine Ohlman’s beautiful record, “The Deep End,” a song that was then too much for me to listen to, too beautiful, too true – “The Gone of You.” I had forgotten about it until it showed up on my playlist this weekend…
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Aging, Art, Bob Dylan, Daniel Kramer, Dispatch from the Diaspora, It's Not Dark Yet, Michael Gray, Photography, Positively 4th Street, Street Legal, Tangled up in Blue, Where Are You Tonight? Subterranean Homesick Blues
Things aren’t what they were … Happy Birthday Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan has always been almost as old as my parents. He has also always been forever young, staring up at me from the yellowing cover of the book that has graced my coffee table for decades. When was it that a Bob Dylan song first mattered to me? I cant remember. Nor can I remember a time when it didn’t, a time when I wasn’t tangled up in blue. Maybe it was in the Spring of 1979, when my high school English teacher let me borrow his Street Legal LP, an album that was crucified by a handful of critics considered more qualified than the rest of us to measure the success of…
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At home in a song
Over our first few years of singing together, it became our song, a staple in a repertoire of songs into which listeners will stitch their own meaning too.
