Tag Archives: James Taylor

Ah, Delta Dawn

29 Jul

When I was a kid I loved this song. LOVED IT. I would wake up in my sleep singing it. I had no idea precisely what the song was about–something about a flower that this Delta Dawn girl was wearing. A rose from long ago.  (Come to think of it, most of the “adult” songs I sang growing up I had no idea what they even meant, that they were about love and cheating men and bar fights and scorn and torn up hearts. I just sang along to the ones that cornered me.)

There were the standouts:

Billy Don’t Be a Hero by Paper Lace

Anything on Helen Reddy’s I AM WOMAN album.

The Jackson 5 of course.

John Denver (Oh, how I loved that man’s voice and soul bits!)

James Taylor

See, now I’m hurting over here. My seven year old soul has returned and I feel a tear forming. I cannot continue with this list right now. I’m going to go sit alone in my room until I feel like 2010 again.

I’ve Seen Fire & I’ve Seen Rain

15 Jun

I knew his voice growing up. Sure. I didn’t know his name or his story or anything really about him. But I knew that voice and that guitar strum. Then as an adult I caught him on a PBS special and I’ve been hooked ever since. I don’t mean like “Oh, that’s James Taylor. I really like his music.”  I mean like I became nearly obsessed with his music.  Kind of like my high school obsession with J.D. Salinger.

When I get into a thing, I really get into a thing. A person. A place. A food. Whatever.

So at some point it became (and still remains) James Taylor.

When I’m out there maneuvering the world by car I pop in a greatest hits CD and moan about the wind being against my back and sweet baby James and fall pumpkins and love lost and down in Mexico and making it through another day and steamrollers.

I’ve always wanted to learn guitar. Always. But when I get on my J.T. jones, I must learn to play guitar. Right now. I have some moaning that is beginning to spill out.

His voice is therapy.