The bridal veil bush across the street is in full bloom, its white branches cascading like a waterfall. After ten straight days of cold and rain and clouds, weather that could be Minnesota in April, in early November, in March, any time at all--very much Duluth weather--the clouds have lifted, the sky has turned blue, the sun has come out, and it is, again, spring. So lovely. It puts everyone in a cheery state of mind.
I'm listening to RTE radio right now, a link my old friend Tiernan sent me last week. I knew him in Duluth, where he lived for a while, and we corresponded for many years after he went back to Ireland. Doug and I visited him in Galway once, but that was a long time ago. I hadn't heard from him in ten years, I bet, and then out of the blue, an email with a link: he's interviewed on an RTE program out of Galway about music--Bob Dylan, in particular, but also Joe Henry and Wilco and Paul Brady and others.
Here's the link for those who might be interested. (And, man, is there anything more beautiful and mournful than Paul Brady singing "The Lakes of Ponchartrain"?)
The Duluth connections. They're everywhere! Here's another one:
Bill Hicks is a fiddle player in North Carolina, a member of the old Red Clay Ramblers, who I listened to back in Duluth. The winter I lived in North Carolina and met novelist Lee Smith, it turned out that she knew the Ramblers and they were helping her with her research into country music for her novel "The Devil's Dream." What a fun connection that was--she was surprised to find that a girl from northern Minnesota knew about this North Carolina old-time music country band.
And then Bill Hicks happened to find my blog a while back, and sent me an email, and now he has a blog, and man I love the way life folds back on itself over and over, layer upon layer, connections made with times and places and people that you thought were gone forever.
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