Then “Mama Says” just about tore me up, especially when one of the sisters, around the 3-minute mark seems to truly, spontaneously tear up. Chills!
“My ghosts are not gone
HAPPY NEW EAR! ;-)
Before cds, tapes and mp3, there were records. For those of us who collected them, they were not merely recordings of music, they were truly records of our lives: our loves, our dreams, our losses. Out of over 30,000 LPS and CDS, I'm down to perhaps 2,000 or so. They offer a kind of record of my life.