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A Little Friday Relief

I love the voice and songs of Emmylou Harris. The woman is just, well, beautiful. Here, a propos of nothing, except that it is Friday, is a nice slow song that competes with her Michelangelo as my favourite; From Boulder to Birmingham. I was going to make some crack about it appealing to what ought to be my congested hillbilly heart, but any lyrics that can contain the line and bear the allusions of 'I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham/if I could see your face' is more sophisticated than I am.

She also reminds me of a lovely woman I once met in a bar in Chapel Hill, whilst drinking the best vodka martini I ever had. Free. Ah, life....



Comments

omer dalman said…
Hi from Istanbul Turkey. Martin, your blog tastes good. Keep on doing it well.

And Independence Day is great for me too!

Bye...
Martin Meenagh said…
Thank you. I hope that you are not eating my blog, but, well, the idea is to waste time, so good luck with it. I am afraid that I cannot read Turkish, so I can't read your blog, but thanks for the comment.

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