In response to Rosanne's story, I posted the following comment, slightly edited here:
February 13, 2009 Link
Rosanne:
Read this on Inauguration Day. Tears. As so many have said, wonderfully written, evocative, from the heart.
Made me think of:
God only knows how many males have a crush on EmmyLou. I know there is Steve Earle’s story in the liner notes to one of his earlier recordings about singing with her on the album and sharing a hamburger and never being the same after.
Years ago, when we are all so much younger, she came to Baltimore and sang a couple songs in namesake part of a building called The Rotunda, to promote one of her early albums for a record store. Never the same after. Not that long after I remember buying the record “Seven Year Ache” at the same store (and I mean “record”; still have it). Never the same after that either.
A year or so ago, I heard a radio story about someone in Maryland who made reel to reel tape recordings of concerts in the 1950s. He still has the tapes, I think. In one of the interviews, he recalled how down to earth the whole thing was. Just a flat bed truck somewhere for the stage. Folks all brought food and had a picnic dinner. After they finished performing, the musicians, who included your father, would all come out and meet the audience and have something to eat.
Thanks for sharing.
— Robert Young
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