Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam.
–Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
Still a little out of it this morning. For some reason I felt like hearing some Mary Chapin Carpenter. I listened to her music quite a bit back in the 90’s but for some unknown reason it faded from my listening rotation. But every now and then, a song of hers will pop up and I am reminded of what it was in her music that I found so appealing. It’s the same now. She has a beautifully warm and personal style that I find comforting.
Don’t know if the triad of word, image, and song is perfect this morning. But it works for my aching head and that will have to be good enough.
Here’s Mary Chapin Carpenter with her Rhythm of the Blues.
PS-Today and tomorrow are the last days to see my Entanglement show at the Principle Gallery.
Redtree Times 