storms never last

Dottsy Brodt Dwyer (born April 6, 1953) is an American country music singer. Between 1975 and 1981, she recorded as Dottsy for the  RCA Records label. During that timespan, she charted thirteen cuts on the Hot Country Songs charts, including the Top Ten “(After Sweet Memories) Play Born to Lose Again.” Four of her other songs reached Top 20 on the same chart.

source: Wikipedia


Devil Woman

No artist in the history of country music has had a more stylistically diverse career than Marty Robbins. Never content to remain just a country singer, Robbins performed successfully in a dazzling array of styles during more than 30 years in the business. To his credit, Robbins rarely followed trends but often took off in directions that stunned both his peers and fans. Plainly Robbins was not hemmed in by anyone’s definition of country music. Although his earliest recordings were unremarkable weepers, by the mid-’50s Robbins was making forays into rock music, adding fiddles to the works of Chuck Berry and Little Richard.

Source: CMT

Word of the Day

mention [ˈmɛnʃən]

vb (tr)

1. to refer to or speak about briefly or incidentally
2. to acknowledge or honour
not to mention (something) to say nothing of (something too obvious to mention)

1. a recognition or acknowledgment
2. a slight reference or allusion he only got a mention in the article the author makes no mention of that
3. the act of mentioning
I do love to cross-stitch.  Can’t recall who I gave the “Fried Green Tomatoes served at the Whistle Stop Cafe” to, but I believe that I gave the woman hanging clothes to Hubby’s secretary.
Photo memories.  Stitching memories.
Just mentioning . . .

the unexpected

The marvels of daily life are so exciting: no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.

–          Robert Doisneu

across the threshold

Across the threshold lies a landscape that I can hardly perceive or imagine.
~ Jan Richardson

the first time

“The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” is a 1957 folk song written by Ewan MacColl for Peggy Seeger, who was later to become his wife.

“The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” has been covered by numerous artists.  I think that my favorite recording is Roberta Flack singing this beautiful love song.

For nearly 60 years, Ewan MacColl, an activist and left-wing socialist, expressed his views as a playwright, social activist, songwriter and performer. During the course of his lifetime he composed a body of work that ranks among the best in the British folk genre. Among the songs he wrote that others recorded and made famous are “Dirty Old Town” (Rod Stewart, the Pogues), “Freeborn Man” (The Pogues), and his Grammy Award-winning song “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” a hit single for Roberta Flack in 1971, and which he wrote for his longtime collaborator and life partner, Peggy Seeger.

Ewan MacColl, best known to U.S. audiences as the author of the song “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”, played a vital role in initiating and extending what is now called the “folk song revival” in Britain. For sixty years, he was at the cultural forefront of numerous political struggles, producing plays, songs and scripts on the subjects of apartheid, fascism, industrial strife and human rights. He had a large impact on the North American folk music scene as well, not only through his songs but through the numerous articles he wrote on the subject for U.S. publications.


Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl

summer sketch

If I was the priest

Well there’s a light on yonder mountain
And it’s calling me to shine
There’s a girl over by the water fountain
And she’s asking to be mine
And ain’t that Jesus, he’s standing in the doorway
With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine
He says “We need you up in Dodge City, son
‘Cause there’s oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaw)
Tryin’ to work the same line”

Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief
Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There’s still too many outlaws
Tryin’ to work the same line

Now old sweet Virgin Mary
She runs the Holy Grail saloon
Where for a nickel they’ll give you whisky
And the personally blessed balloon
And the Holy Ghost, he’s the host with the most
He runs the burlesque show
Where they let you in for free
But oh hit you for your soul when you go
And Mary serves Mass on Sunday
And then she sells her body on Monday
To the bootlegger who will pay the highest price
But he don’t know he got stuck with a loser
Mary’s a stone junkie, what’s more she’s a boozer
And she’s only been made once or twice
By some kind of magic

Well things ain’t been the same in Heaven
Ever since big bad Bobby came to town
He’s been known to down eleven
And then ask for another round
And me I got scabs on my knees
From kneeling way too long
I gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belong
And forget about the old friends and the old times
Because there’s just too many new boys
Tryin’ to work the same line

Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priest
If my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thief
Oh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo line
There’s still too many bad boys
Tryin’ to work the same line

Now there’s a light on yonder mountain
And it’s calling me to shine
There’s a girl by the water fountain
And she’s asking to be mine
And Jesus, he’s standing in the doorway
With his six-guns drawn, and ready to fan
He says “We need you son, up in Dodge City”
But I’m already overdue in Cheyenne

It’s not too late

“At different times in my life I met God from a different point of view.”

T-Bone Burnett

Burnett is a 12-time Grammy Award winner, earning numerous statues in 2009 — including Album of the Year and Record of the Year — for his production work on Raising Sand, the worldwide smash album from Robert Plant and Alison Krauss. That same year, he was also awarded a Grammy for Best Traditional Blues Album for his work on B.B. King’sOne Kind Favor. He received two Grammys in 2011 for his work on the music for the film Crazy Heart, in the categories of Best Song Written For Motion Picture, Television or Other Visual Media, for “The Weary Kind” and Best Compilation Soundtrack Album.

source: TBoneBurnettBio


I like jazz, classical, instrumental, gospel, country, traditional (no talent whatsoever – but I so appreciate the art) and Jane Monheit is one of my favorite jazz vocalists.

Jane Monheit became the retro darling of the jazz world after the release of her debut album, Never Never Land, in May of 2000. At the time only 22 years of age, Monheit possessed a voice and lyrical presence well beyond her years, as well as a sultry physical appeal reminiscent of singers from the 1930s and 1940s. “Her high, sweet voice is pure (with hints of a rich, budding lower register),” wrote Stephen Holden for the New York Times. “Her sense of swing is steady; her taste in popular standards is impeccable; her interpretations of songs like ‘Blame It on My Youth,’ ‘Young and Foolish,’ and ‘The Folks Who Live on the Hill’ are imbued with a precocious wisdom.” Monheit, whose career sprung from winning the runner-up prize at the 1998 Thelonius Monk Vocal Competition, is poised, say many, to become a pop star as well as a favorite among standard jazz enthusiasts.
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the ballad of the sad young men

Sing a song of sad young men
Glasses full of rye
All the news is bad again
Kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men
Sitting in the bars
Knowing neon nights
Missing all the stars

All the sad young men
Drifting through the town
Drinking up the night
Trying not to drown

All the sad young men
Singing in the cold
Trying to forget
That they’re growing old

All the sad young men
Choking on their youth
Trying to be brave
Running from the truth

Autumm turns the leaves to gold
Slowly dies the heart
Sad young men are growing old
That’s the cruelest part

All the sad young men
Seek a certain smile
Someone they can hold for a little while
Tired little girl does the best she can
Trying to be gay for a sad young man

While the grimy moon
Watches from above
All the sad young men
Play of making love

Misbegotten moon
Shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light
Guide them home tonight
All the sad young men

– lyrics by Fran Landesman

– arrangement by Tommy Wolf

finding the shape

by Tony Harrison
How you became a poet’s a mystery!
Wherever did you get your talent from?I say: I had two uncles, Joe and Harry-
one was a stammerer, the other dumb.

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