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  1. God, Fairport Convention….

    Now THAT, takes me back.

    To what? 1971? 1972?

  2. Wowzah! Thanks for that link, jc.

    Those guys are having FUN, And what a sweet slide guitar; ‘twould make Duane A. himself proud…

    Gonna play that one again:
    “Ever’ man a KING! Ever’ woman a QUEEN!”

    Can’t beat that.

  3. Carl,

    Fairport Convention, primarily Sandy Denny & Thompson, were great. I still routinely listen to Unhalfbricking.

  4. “Although I like some female vocalists (Nina Simone, for example; although come to think of it she sometimes sounds a tiny bit like a guy), I seem to prefer male singers.”

    I have no gender preference when it comes to vocalists, but few can sing with the emotional content of this:

    http://tinyurl.com/5brxdu

    or this:

    http://tinyurl.com/ynkna6

    However, I’m a fool for a bluesy woman with comfortable hips so I’m a tad prejudiced. 😉

  5. Yep, I miss Sandy Denny. And, Carl, thanks for the idea – I’m going to go listen to Unhalfbricking right now. Genesis Hall, good stuff.

  6. How about if we agree to: http://tinyurl.com/2cqofmm

    and contemplate: http://tinyurl.com/2lbesz

    Who Knows Where the Time Goes remains in the top 20 of my life over the last 60+ years. Such bittersweet, wisdom based melancholy lasts through “the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again”.

    “Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
    But how can they know it’s time for them to go?
    Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
    I have no thought of time.
    For who knows where the time goes?
    Who knows where the time goes?
    Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving.
    Ah, but then you know it’s time for them to go.
    But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
    I do not count the time.
    For who knows where the time goes?
    Who knows where the time goes?
    And I am not alone while my love is near me
    I know it will be so until it’s time to go.
    So come the storms of winter
    And then the birds in spring again
    I have no fear of time.
    For who knows how my love grows?
    And who knows where the time goes?”

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