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BUSTAH!
Damn, grrrl, I love what you do to a jukebox.
Let's dance, mama.
bj
i think this is a gorgeous cover.If it's so bad for you, how come the song's are so good ?
Waiting for My Man
The final frontier
Feel No Pain
The Damage Done
Oh....now I remember....![]()
If it's so bad for you, how come the song's are so good ?
Cold Blue Steel
Waiting for My Man
The final frontier
Feel No Pain
The Damage Done
Oh....now I remember....![]()

[rul=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRwmZ2bp_B0]This song[/url] isn't me, but I am trying to be it anyway.

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If you have any questions as to whether you're a beautiful person, let me remind you: you are.![]()
Thanks, sassy. I'll be in NYC on Monday and Tuesday, and I will think of you.
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I don't feel beautiful today, ange. Thank you though.
Tonight, when the house is quiet and still, I will read a beautiful cheerful book, and listen to soulful music, and cry as I smile. For while I may feel like life has a boot on my neck, the grass beneath my cheek is soft and green and warm from the sun, and I smell the swell of a new day's growth.
ETA: I've heard that I am a beautiful person more than once here. It usually pops up when I am sad, and rambling on. Is it an attempt to make me feel better, or a comment on my writing when moved by pathos?
Neither. It's simply an observation of you based on how you conduct yourself here and what I see of the way you treat those you love.![]()

Thank you. I am humbled by this response
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I call em as I see em Homie.![]()
I know. This is why the comment means much to me. Thank you.
I was thinking of you earlier. E-dub and I have been sitting in front of the computer looking at places to live in Asheville. I remember stories about a little boy on a pony in those hills.
I've been watching you tube videos about the city. It's very cultured in its weird mountain way. Sort of like a New Orleans or San Francisco sensibility up in the Blue Ridge Mountains. A great places for these two old hippies.
If you can get past the goofy elevator muzak, this video is a pretty good explanation for why it's a good place to live!
I could give you a hundred dozen reasons. But the best reason is to take a visit, get a room somewhere on the outskirts of town, and watch the mountains greet the morning the next day.
Also, somewhere, up in those hills, are three buried bottles of shine that my dad and granddad brewed some forty years ago. Shine so good that my granddad couldn't stop drinking once he had a taste, and had to be tied to his horse afterwards to get him home. Shine so good that a knife fight started over what was left of that bottle. Shine so good that the old man couldn't remember where he buried it for safe keeping the next day.
My dad told me about those bottles some fifteen years ago. They're the family myth, the legacy, the quest. Probably long gone, and probably nasty even if they aren't, part of me still wants to take a shovel and hike out looking. Part of me wants to build a still and recapture that forbidden taste.
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I'm listening to a whole lotta Bo Diddley right now. Something appropriate about that.

Tell you what, handsome. I'll keep you posted and when we're finally settled in, perhaps you and your ladies can visit and you can show them the city--and maybe go on a shine hunt. We'd be glad to meet you, I can cook like crazy, and we have three guitars (we're getting a piano) and a whole lotta music.
And since this is a music thread, here's a link to an NPR session that reunites Marion McPartland, the jazz pianist, and one of of the last living greats of the classic jazz period (she must be near 90, but she's still going strong) with her Hickory House Trio. Very smooth, cerebral but still swinging jazz.
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