Last night while listening to Spoonful on 91.1, I was knocked out and mesmerized by the voice of the young woman covering the Rolling Stones' "Dead Flowers." Nashville's Caitlin Rose was the singer and her mix of tone and urgency reminded me of some of Iris DeMent's or Nanci Griffith's more rocking tunes of old.
In the way that some songs or artists are made to accompany certain road trips, I hear more of Caitlin Rose's music and know that if I ever make another drive from Nashville to Black Mountain, N.C., it'll be her songs of yearning and reflection that will play for me.
In addition to Nanci, Iris, and Caitlin, that perfect mix CD for such a peaceful journey would include Emmylou Harris, Neil Young, Gram Parsons and John Prine.
Black Mountain and Montreat are calling me. I can't make that trip now, but I'll close my eyes, listen to Caitlin Rose, and smile to hear her beautiful music.
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After my own heart, you are.
My beautiful bride just so happens to be in Montreat as I type. It is painful for me (and the YEO) that she is there without the YEO and me but it's more painful that she and the bobblehead aren't with us no matter where they are.
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