As I contemplate my affection for this music, I race back to Saturday mornings, as a kid in Saginaw, in the garage with Dad, "getting things done." He would tune the radio to the local Mexican station. I remember a red wheelbarrow loaded with firewood, cinnamon doughnuts, and tea. Poplar leaves rustling in the gentle breeze ... and music. Always music.
I love this music's soulful rusticity. Although I don't understand every word, I feel the meaning.
I remember Heidi's wedding, the Texas Tornados, and a "missing" ice sculpture, but I won't say any more than that without my lawyer present.
1 comment:
wow, what a great song & a great musician, thanks for sharing that!
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