MusicalityVille
This showed up in my mailbox the other day.
Thirty-eight thousand gold stars.
At the very, very least.
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Sunday, March 11, 2012
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3 comments:
What a sweet song.
I listened to it this morning over tea and thought of a couple of people I wish could still stay awake with me, and I had a little cry.
What a sweet song, what a gorgeous voice.
Reminds me a little of Elizabeth Mitchell, strong praise, indeed, though she does break reverence when she refers to he song as stupid. I'll run it by J&J later in the week as an acid test, but it's a lovely counterpoint to the David Maxwell stuff I've been running between my ears.
Chris--
Imagine how I felt....But then I remembered..."There's no crying in lullabies (especially at breakfast)!"
What's that?
Oh, ya - right.
It was baseball.
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Danneau--
Looking forward to the J&J review - thanks.
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