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The Paul Simon phase is over, folks. I’m head-over-heels this week for Joe Purdy. Oh, I heart him big time. I'd forgotten how much I heart him. I vow to never let that happen again.
Would it be going too far to say that his voice makes me feel beautiful and calm and deep and hopeful? I don’t care – I’m going there.
And I don’t know anyone else who can rock a Depression-era bearded hobo look like Joe can. Seriously, it works for him.
So Joe – thanks for the music, buddy! If you ever need someone to ride the rails with you, watching sunrises while drinking chicory coffee out of tin cups and devising some mean harmonica / tambourine duets, please think of me.
The Paul Simon phase is over, folks. I’m head-over-heels this week for Joe Purdy. Oh, I heart him big time. I'd forgotten how much I heart him. I vow to never let that happen again.
Would it be going too far to say that his voice makes me feel beautiful and calm and deep and hopeful? I don’t care – I’m going there.
And I don’t know anyone else who can rock a Depression-era bearded hobo look like Joe can. Seriously, it works for him.
So Joe – thanks for the music, buddy! If you ever need someone to ride the rails with you, watching sunrises while drinking chicory coffee out of tin cups and devising some mean harmonica / tambourine duets, please think of me.
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