Reflections of a working writer and reader
Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.
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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