Archive | March, 2012
I used to listen to this Tom Rush song and dream of the day I’d leave home. I left a couple of days after I turned 18:
When we got things split up, I let my husband take the Tim Buckley albums – but I always regretted it:
I couldn’t have been much older than eight or so when my mother sent my sister and I off to a religious charity camp out in the sticks. I decided to be in the talent show, and I stood on a dining table while a nun waved a towel in front of me in lieu of a curtain. This is the song I sang.
Trivia: Darlene Love singing backup! Shelley Fabares:
I always think of a rainy Sunday morning as we were getting ready to go to church when I hear this song. It was playing in the background and I remember my mother spit on a Kleenex and wiped my face. I can still smell her lipstick. Skeeter Davis: