Reflections of a working writer and reader
Some years ago, a very enthusiastic cleaning lady took all my books out to dust them while we were away and put them back in such a strange order I've never been able to find anything since.
john baker, September 26th, 2011. 3 comments. Filed under music.
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There’s a big Kitt fan in our house. A small girl but a big fan. I’ll play this to her later!
There was a time in the Whitehouse when Eartha took on LB and Ladybird Johnson over the Vietnam war. “I am a mother and I know the feeling of having a baby come out of my guts. I have a baby and then you send him off to war. No wonder the kids rebel and take pot.”
“And turned me away, turned me a way,” the pitch is perfect. Nice
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