I am in here.
Bob Marley is telling me now to “Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights.” He tells me this at roughly the same time every single weekday that I sit in this particular Starbuck’s. We have here a music strategy designed to get those of us who were actually alive during Marley’s lifetime to associate … Continue reading The same thing, day in and day out
At my birthday dinner tonight, Katie Laur and a couple of friends sang. I am now officially 55 — double nickels, as my cousin Stella says.
In the Seventies, when I was in school at Vanderbilt, I took my now-husband to see Muddy Waters at the Exit Inn. The concert was held in a room that was rather crowded, to make an understatement. Tables were jammed in close enough that we were almost in contact with our neighbors. I was quite … Continue reading My favorite place to hear music: Exit Inn
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