rambling with pretty

My aforementioned best friend Jenny grew up in Minnesota. I met her my sophomore year of college in 1987. She turned me on to Greg Brown. And then I had a long love affair with Greg Brown. In my head. Which you may find funny. He's a big guy, he wears muscle-like t's and funny hats and old men's blazers. His voice is an acquired taste. There was a decade where I went to see a show of his every year. But I'm not going to make you watch a Greg Brown video on you tube. I'm going to give you this link to a song of his sung by his three daughters named Pieta, Zoe and Constie. It's about his Grandmother. I think it's a beautiful version with sweet harmonies. You can find it on an album which was made as a tribute to Greg called Going Driftless.

The End.

a very favorite

Paper Bird

I have been listening to this song obsessively for a couple days. Because I'm in love with it. And that cute singer girl on the left is really adorable, no? And if I could change one thing about myself it would be that I could sing. In public. Without getting booed. Well, actually, in my fantasy world people don't just refrain from booing, they clap wildly and some even have tears in their eyes when I sing. From the overwhelming emotion of it all. Yes, it is a rich and self-centered fantasy world!