So, where is everybody? I know. Life doesn't allow for every dalliance. I think it's more about time than inclination. I just heard a most remarkable CD by Peter Rowan with guitar viruoso Tony Rice. It's Rowan's latest effort, and he demonstrates that his voice is pregant with lyricism. There is poetry here in presentation, very much in the tradition of poetry readings/slams. The lyrics of virtually every song on this album are like incantation, a form of magic transporting the listener to places that exist eternally in the human heart.
I'll have more on this later. Consider this a call to arms for the RUG. So?
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