brushes of white pine like the pines that shade the red sands where they lay him down, pines to whisper and hush: it's too late, too late now, shhh. At last, diligent and dutiful, I will use my hair to tie the raft of stems. I'll wind the broken kinks of graying, wiry and ...
Unlike Robin, however, I also have a more single-note 'linear' approach that comes from playing jazz at various times in my life." In the event, Solos implies all these stylistic connections and more (e.g. the impressionism of Debussy or the pared-down elegance of Satie). But its ...
Up until then I felt fine, but looking back there were times when I would get tired after doing things like riding a bike, playing soccer with the kids, putting in a fence. They said it probably happened so gradually that my body adjusted, but anyway enough of that. I just wanted to...
Allow me to trouble you with these lines, which I wish you to insert in your Daily Times. My object is this: I have been for ten years a firm believer in the Latter Day Saints, or rather Mormonism. My parents became followers of the celebrated Joe Smith in an early day, and emigrat...
This farm was deeded by Nathan to his son Martin and in our next we will give some sketches of the life and times of this founder, as we might say, of the Church of Latter Day Saints, which is now drawing the attention of the civilized world toward their harum in the Salt Lake ...
Shelly West wakes up with way more questions than answers the day after a date with her Mexican buddy Jose Cuervo (who we’ve met a few times already on this list) on this track from her 1983 album West by West. Questions like: Whose shirt am I wearing? Did I kiss all the cowboys...