Bill Randall, 650.

[saltpoint]

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"Bill Randall, 650. Dorothy Yes, Ma'am, the Axelwide and Peppermint Endurance Company in
Bashful Johnny C.

Home of the Grand Old Conglomeration, Fanny Hill University, in the Bathtub
of the South.

It's 7:30."

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--John Hartford's "Station Break"

[dbt]

1. Well, I sure do miss that good old electric washing machine,

The one that we ain't got round here no more.
I sure do miss that big white tub and them stompin' swingin' sounds
And I miss them groovy puddles on the floor.

I cry when I see that brand new automatic washing machine,
'Cause I'm sentimental for the old machine still yet.
The old one really looked like a real live washing machine,
The new one just looks more like a television set.

--"Electric Washing Machine (Circa 1941)" the flip side of Hartford's "Gentle On My Mind" single. He could fiddle, sing and jig dance at the same time; we'll not see his like again.

:bounce:
dbt
Remember New Orleans

[saltpoint]

2. Hey there, dbt. Well, we sure agree on that. John Hartford was a

hell of a refreshing soul.

I was fortunate enough to see him twice -- one at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis some years ago, and more recently, about a year before he passed on, at the Tall Stacks Festival in Cincinnati. He was wildly charming and even more talented, as you might expect.

That same evening at Tall Stacks I heard Emmylou Harris also. As per her usual, she sang like an angel.

It was NOT a bad day.

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