My friend Avi knows more about a whole range of subjects than your average person – computer graphics, carpentry terminology, and the mechanics of assault rifles, among a whole myriad of others. And music, he does know a whole lot about music. When I have a question about a concept ('Was Van Gogh really that good?') or a phrase ('Whaddaya call it when you can't take your eyes off an accident'), Avi's the guy I call. He's so taciturn he makes Gary Cooper sound like my neighbor Ethel. And so laid-back you sometimes think he's sleeping through your question. A crooked eyebrow is his version of nuclear retaliation.
So you can imagine my surprise when I got an outraged email from him, ranting that I had the audacity to call Sandy Dennis a British Judy Collins (see SoTW 8). So we batted that around a while, finally achieving violent agreement that another long-haired white chick singer from the same period, much more obscure than those two, puts them both in the back pocket of her jeans.
We're talking about Tracy Nelson, singer/pianist of the fine, underrated, unpigeonholeable country/rock/blues band Mother Earth. Think of The Band (organic, mature, deep musical roots) in
Ms. Nelson has had an on-again/off-again career since Mother Earth, recording over a dozen solo albums and collaborations over the years, with some degree of commercial success, although she apparently has never been very comfortable in the music business.
I had the good fortune to hear Mother Earth in about
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