I can sometimes hear her music now, a
The really frightening thing about middle age is the knowledge that you'll grow out of it.
I can sometimes hear her music now, after thirty years -- and remember the leaves falling on some smoky autumn afternoon, the air crisp and the sounds of dogs barking, and train whistles far away.
His claim to his home is deep but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb...
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...