Standing with one foot in France and one in Switzerland. I have always loved traveling and have managed to travel to all but four of the United States. They are Lousiana, Alabama, Alaska and Hawaii. I've also gone to Mexico and Canada. Then, in 2009, I was lucky enough to be given a trip to Germany for a music event. Because my flight and lodging was laready paid for, I was able to help my partner at the time pay the extra it would take for him to come, too. We extended our trip longer than the original portion I was hired for and organized a house concert in Switzerland, driving from Berlin through Bavaria and Western France. It was a dream come true. I'd always dreamed about going overseas but had never made that happen and, because I've always been so low-income, I didn't see any possibility of it happening in the future. Germany would not have been my first choice, but I was very impressed and loved the whole experience. I really fell in love with the country and the people.
It was a total fluke that I got involved with this group and, at the time when the first performances happened in the Woodstock/New Paltz area, I had no idea I would eventually end up in Europe for 12 days. I recently found my passport and wondered if I should renew it, since it expires in November of this year. Then, I got an intriguing message through a business related social media group. Now, before I tell you about the message, let me tell you what I think about social media. Like many of you, I've had a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I've been sucked into it with silly games, memes and (omg) the ads. However, I've also found long lost friends and family, rekindled friendships and basically stayed closer to many people than I would otherwise have been able to do. I also realized early on that it was going to be the cutting edge of promotion. I can easily say that the majority of people who come out to my shows come through Facebook. The numbers of people who have watched my videos because they found them through Facebook is astounding. My "In Winter" video views just keep on climbing, and I know many of them have come from social media. Because I've had so much success with Facebook, I joined other sites, Linked-In, Alignable and more. Some are more social and some are purely business sites. Either way, I keep getting contacted by people looking for what I do and have found me online. And recently, I got the very intriguing message I referenced earlier. It read "... have you ever performed outside of the US?" I replied that I had performed in Germany and Switzerland. I was then asked if I'd ever performed in China and could this woman come visit one of my classes? One thing led to another. She has now visited two very different classes and has asked if I will come to China for two weeks to perform at some daycare centers that she runs with her partners. My answer was easy. This is another unimaginable dream come true. I guess I'd better renew that passport, which has been sitting on my desk insisting that I notice it. People often ask how I can have such a positive outlook all the time. It's because good things happen to me when I least expect them. I believe that if I think positively, positive things will come my way. I may not know what they're going to be, and there are always bad things in the mix, but I've been pleasantly surprised more times than I can count. Like with the trip to Germany, I never even considered the possibility of going to China, but it looks like I'll be going next spring. And ... how cool is that?
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My parents often told me that I sang before I spoke. Apparently, I sang all of my words for quite a while. This is not surprising at all, if you know my upbringing. My dad came from a musical family. One of his uncles played in vaudeville, and I am lucky enough to own his tenor banjo. Another of his uncles played piano and organ in silent movie houses. My grandmother had a baby grand piano in her house and played mostly classical music on it. My brother, cousins and I loved playing underneath that piano. I especially loved it when someone was playing. Then, I was surrounded by its beautiful sound. There was always singing happening at my grandparents' house and also in ours. I don't remember ever not hearing music around the house. My dad was always singing, songs from his childhood, family favorites and more contemporary songs. By the time I was three, I was singing rounds and harmonies and soon moved to singing descants, which are counter melodies. Even my mother sang to me, out of key and making up her own melodies and lyrics, but I didn't mind. I loved it when she sang me lullabies at night.
In addition to my own family, my mother's best friend's family were also musical. They were from Scotland and sang Scottish ballads, classical and church music. They often babysat for me when I was young. "Aunt Meg" would stand me on their dining room table and have me sing to her. And, they taught me their favorite songs, which I sang with a Scottish brogue. It seemed as though everywhere I went I was surrounded by song. It was so much a part of my early life, it quickly became an integral part of my essence. Singing got me through my hellish high school and early adulthood experiences. It was my shelter from all storms. It got me through the abuse in my family. When I sat at the piano and sang, everyone left me alone. My mom used to say that she could tell what kind of a day I'd had at school by listening to the music I played when I got home. And she could tell when it was okay to engage me by the way the music changed as I played. Music has always saved me. I got my first paying gig when I was 16. I had been studying classical voice and was soon getting paid to do weddings and church gigs. When I met my husband in 1974, after having been gigging for quite a few years, he asked me not to sing with him because "it threw him off." I hadn't yet learned how to turn off the classical tone. His sister soon set him straight, and we became a duo. He was a great guitar player and knew a lot of songs. He also had a great stage presence, which I was lacking at that time. We had a variety of band members over the years on both the east and west coasts. We wrote songs together and sang beautiful harmonies together. But, the relationship was difficult and we eventually split up, after 20 years of marriage. When I knew I was moving out, I stood out on my back porch and said out loud, to no one in particular, "I need a guitar. I'm getting $200 on Monday and need it to come with a case. Oh, a tuner would be nice, too." This was a Friday afternoon. I knew that if I was going to continue to perform, I would need to learn to play an instrument. I had toyed around on guitar in high school and played classical piano, but now I needed to be able to back up my main instrument - my voice. That Monday evening, our neighbor came over carrying his cousin's guitar that was for sale. He thought that since we were musicians, we might know someone who was interested. It was $200 and came with a case and a tuner. As soon as I moved out, I booked a gig and called on my friends to help out. I played some songs alone and some with friends and got through the whole night. I've never considered myself an instrumentalist, though now I play guitar, mandolin, banjo, piano and mountain dulcimer. I'm a singer who plays a few other instruments. I've always been a singer and can't imagine not singing. I have songs for every subject and used to drive my kids crazy by singing at the mention of something completely random that reminded me of a song. I'm sure I will do that until the end of my life. When my mother had a massive stroke, and my brother and I were directed to keep her as calm and still as possible while they administered a certain medicine for over an hour, my first instinct was to start singing to her, and it worked. When she had no way to communicate because of aphasia and could no longer recognize letters or even know what they were, leaving out the possibility of pointing to letters as a means of communication, I sang all of my conversations to her. It was like being in an opera. I'd learned about this form of music therapy that rewires the brain to access language from the music side, and to a small degree, it worked. Unfortunately, the damage to her brain was so extensive, there was not a lot that could be done. When I am sad or stressed, angry or worried, I turn to singing. Listening to music or playing an instrument doesn't have the same effect on me that singing does. Singing is in me, it is part of my core, and I don't know what I would do without it. I sang at my children's births, and I hope, when the time comes I will be singing myself into my own death. At the very least, I hope someone will sing to me or with me at the end. I took last week off, partly because I was so busy, but mostly because spring has arrived, turning my thoughts to my yard and gardens. I just couldn't tear my self away and come indoors to write. So, I hope you'll bear with me while I adjust to the nicer weather and figure out how to continue this writing while being called outside. I started telling you about the albums that have influenced me and why. I started with Tarkio Road by Brewer and Shipley. The next one is Revolver by The Beatles. This album came out in 1966. I was 13 years-old and totally in love with The Beatles, though I was not a screaming fan like so many others. Of course, Paul was the heart throb, and he certainly was nice to look at. John was definitely a songwriting hero, but George was the one I had a crush on. I was a card-carrying member of the Beatles Fan Club and wore a velour olive green Beatles hat. I wore that hat everywhere and argued with my girlfriends about who was the better Beatle. I had a "Help" soundtrack songbook for piano and learned all of the songs from that movie. And, I had seen the movie over and over again at our neighborhood theater, where I could pay $1 and see the same movie all day long. When Revolver came out, I was already starting to question my parents' values. Taxman and Eleanor Rigby had a profound effect on me. And, the music had suddenly changed. It was with this album that they introduced the use of studio effects to color the music. It opened my eyes in more ways than one. I loved everyone of their albums and loved hearing them grow as musicians. As a young teen, I already had a very eclectic taste in music, due to my father's influence, but The Beatles were teaching me that even within a specific genre of music, I could continue to evolve. There have been other musicians who were successful in that way too, such as Joni Mitchell, but The Beatles were the first for me. Diversity has continued to be a very important part of my music and my songwriting. In the Facebook game, I was limited to 10 albums. It was so hard to pick. I'm not going to go into great detail for every one , but the rest of them are "Innervisions" - Stevie Wonder, "Overnight Sensation" - Frank Zappa, "Aoxomoxa" - Grateful Dead, "Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys" - Traffic, "Give it Up" - Bonnie Raitt, "4-Way Street" - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, "Tapestry" - Carole King and "Billie Holiday Sings" - Billie Holiday. Some of the ones that didn't make the list are Rumours by Fleetwood Mac, American Beauty by The Grateful Dead, Dreamboat Annie by Heart, Between the Lines by Janis Ian, Never Letting Go by Phoebe Snow, the self titled Rickie Lee Jones. The list could go on and on. I haven't even touched on the folk albums, Motown or the jazz and blues albums. It was almost impossible to choose only 10. And, tomorrow I might pick completely different ones. I've always said that I don't do favorites very well. It's ever-changing. Like most people, I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. I hate the lack of security, but I agreed to that. If I'm going to be on the internet, a high-speed highway for information, I'd better understand what I'm getting into, and I do love the ease of reaching a wide audience. I hate when it sucks too much of my time, but I get to choose what I spend my time on and, because it's so addictive, I've had to learn to manage my time better. That's been a huge gift. I love being in contact with a lot of my community, however, I hate the distance Facebook fosters, too. When I say distance, I'm talking about the reduced effort on all of our parts to maintain our connections. We've gotten lazy. We don't bother to pick up the phone and call a friend to make plans or see how they've been. We get regular updates. We can create events on Facebook with no need to extend a personal invitation to friends or family. It's a disturbing reality to me. The only voices I hear anymore are the people I encounter in a day. Although I do get phone calls from my kids, grand-kids and an old friend who lives a long distance away. We message each other and even have a new written slang complete with emojis. :-) Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I also love some of the games. Not the quizzes, though they are definitely interesting, but the games that people start. Some of them are not that appealing, but once in a while, one will grab me. Currently, I'm posting 10 albums, one a day and tagging someone each day to play along. I know, I know. It's a waste of time. But, is it? It's gotten me thinking about music that I don't always think about. The game rules say there is no need to explain. I find myself wanting to say something about why I picked each one, what was their significance? Do I cover any of the songs on the albums? Do I want to? Did they help me through a rough patch? Do I still listen to them? I'm on day 7 of this game and find myself wanting to just keep posting without tagging anyone. It's been really inspirational and fun. So, I'm going to share them with you here as a blog series. Feel free to comment and tell me what albums you would choose. Day 1: Tarkio Road - Brewer & Shipley I was given this album by my dad before it was released. He was the editor-in-chief for our local newspaper and often brought home music, books or other things sent for review. He was a staunch Conservative Republican and huge supporter of Richard Nixon. One of his prized possessions was a photo of him shaking hands with then president Nixon. Imagine my surprise when I started listening to this album. My mom and dad, disdainful of the rock & roll of the day, probably never listened to the lyrics in "One Toke Over the Line" or maybe weren't as familiar with the term "toke" as I was. They certainly didn't listen to the lyrics in "Oh, Mommy." They would ahve been appalled! Oh mommy I ain't no commie I'm just doing what I can to live the good all American...Way It says right there in the constitution It's really A ok to have a revolution When the leaders that you choose Really don't fit the shoes Oh mister I ain't no sister I believe in the bill of rights come on don't you start a fight...Please I like to wear my hair long How can there be anything wrong When you already 'cused me twice Of looking like Jesus Christ Hallelujah I'm only gettin' tired of playing Punch and Judy I'm really half a mind to go and do my duty Like Mr. Patrick Henry said I got to be free or dead Mr. Nixon I ain't a fixin' To speak Spanish on a plane or polish off the liberty...Bell I just want to sit here on the shelf And watch you finish off the place by yourself Please let me do what I wanna I'll just lay around the house and smoke Marijuana oohoo It says right there in the constitution It's really A ok to have a revolution When the leader that you made Just don't make the grade Oh mommy I ain't no commie But I hate to bust your bubble cause there's gonna be some trouble...Soon That song said it all to me. I was already climbing over onto the left side of the fence, and this song and others nailed it. I felt like I getting away with something important ... a covert musical operation within my ultra-conservative home. I wore this album out and bought one or two more over the course of my life. Then, my dad gave me another copy when I got an 8-track player component for my stereo. He's probably turning over in his grave now. Thanks, Dad.
It's been quite an eventful March here in upstate New York. We currently have over two feet of snow on the ground, and we're continually getting snow showers adding to that accumulation slowly but surely. Now, I hear we're getting another nor'easter next week. Luckily for me, I love snowshoeing and, although it's been hard work keeping up the trails, I've managed to go out everyday this week and will go out later today. The woods are gorgeous in the snow. I'm amazed at how the snow highlights the shapes of the tree limbs, and there are lots of signs of wildlife, including some gruesome hunts by what I think must have been a fisher. The gardens will surely be happy with this lovely blanket covering them, but after our wonderful thaw a couple of weeks ago, I'm ready to uncover them and get to work.
The weather is not the only thing that's been eventful, though. I hosted a very successful Family Jam. The at least 100 adults in attendance and all of their children made for a lively time. The band was great, and I raised enough money to give out more scholarships in 2018. Next year will be the 10th annual Jam, and I hope to put together a memorable event to celebrate 10 years. In addition to the Family Jam, I did the Songteller Sessions at The Altamont Free Library, which was challenging and fun, and I'm looking forward to W.A.M.M.'s (Women Are Making Music) Open Mic at The Low Beat in Albany. It hasn't always been easy being a woman in music. I can't even count the number of times I've been discounted at studios, by sound engineers at gigs, by the press, even by band members at band practices. It gets very discouraging. Not all men behave that way, and I've been very lucky to work with mostly the more aware men. But, there are enough of them out there to make life uncomfortable for those of us trying to be in the scene. I was a founding member of General Eclectic and often the driving force. My husband, Paul, was outgoing and charismatic while I was shy and retiring. He went out and made the initial connections and often booked the gigs. I did the promo (posters and press releases), made the set lists, arranged the songs, found band members and set up band practices. I also pushed him to help write the songs. Later on, we had help from other members of the band, but in the beginning, it was just the two of us. Music has always been important to me, and I was determined to work at it. He got credit for everything we accomplished because he was so gregarious. When we got a scathing review in one of the local papers, they focused mainly on me, barely mentioning the band. "The aging hippie lead singer looked like a milking cow and sang like a cat in heat." In my younger days, I had a much wider vocal range and could hit very high notes with a lot of force. I needed the volume to hit those notes. I always tried to warn the sound engineers so they could adjust the levels on my mic, though I always leaned away from the mics anyway. They always sneered and often laughed it off. At first, I got a kick out of watching them scramble to the board when those notes came, but after a while it just got annoying. When General Eclectic ended and Paul and I split up, I jumped into the folk scene with my next partner. I thought it had to be different. I thought rock & rollers were callous and chauvinistic, but folk singers had to be more sensitive, right? It was not really very different, though with the passage of time, things have gotten much better. I remember seeing the promo photo for a folk band featuring a woman whose name was even used as part of the band name. The photo had her in the background while her husband was prominently featured. And, this was the folk scene. Did no one else notice what was wrong? Recently, I had an interaction with three youngish rock & rollers. I've noticed that most of the younger generation is doing much better in this area, but these guys were probably in their 30s or 40s. Out of the three, one was cordial. The others mostly ignored me, even though it was a conversation about music in the area and in general. I've been a working musician for almost 50 years and have worked in blues, jazz, wedding bands, rock & roll, folk and children's music. I've performed and taught, creating specialized workshops and writing songs on demand for specific events. It seems to me that should count for something. I'm really hoping people will come out and support women's music. We've worked long and hard. Wow! The last time I looked, my new video "In Winter" had 573 views, and now "Norwegian Wood" is climbing as well. It's only been two weeks, and already it's surpassed my other videos. Thanks go out to everyone who has watched and shared it with family and friends.
The only thing I've ever wanted to do with my life was pursue my music. My parents always said that I sang my first words. I know that music kept me alive during the worst of my struggles. Now, after a lifetime of raising children and living in poverty, I am finally able to live my dream. And, I know that I can embrace all of the hardships because they led me here. It doesn't matter how long it took. I've finally arrived. I have a couple of fun gigs coming up. One of them is at The Altamont Free Library on March 9th. It's for their "Songteller" sessions. It will be quite challenging, but inspiring, too. There are ten questions asked of each songwriter, and we base our set list on the answers to those questions. The questions are as follows. *What is a song your parents loved? That one's easy but hard to choose just one. *What was the first album you bought with your own money? Oooh, I definitely know the answer to that. *What was the first song you learned to play? On what instrument? My first instrument was piano. I'm not sure I want to dredge that up. *What’s the first bad song you wrote? That one's tough because I don't tend to hold on to those. *What’s the first good song you wrote? I've written so many songs, and hopefully, most of them are good. *If you could have written any song, what would it be? Hmmm ... I have to think hard about that one. *What song do you love that other people seem to dislike? What? People don't share my taste in songs? *What’s a traditional/folk/children’s/church song that you like? There are just too many to choose from. *What’s a song that reminds you of home? I guess it would have to be an early childhood one, or maybe one of my own. *What song of yours would you like to be remembered by? This seems impossible to decide. As you can see, I have a lot of homework to do. Want to know the answers? You'll just have to come to the show. I think I'll be working on these up to the last minute. But, it's been a lot of fun sorting through old notebooks and stacks of papers and tripping down memory lane. I did another similar show once at Pompanuck Farm Institute in Cambridge, NY. That show was about the songwriting process. I shared the stage with Bob Warren and Tom Keller. We would play a song then answer questions about the song or the process from audience members. There was no opportunity to prepare answers, and the questions were fascinating. It was challenging but invigorating and one of the most fun times I've had on a stage, not only answering the questions myself but also listening to answers from the other performers. I also performed at a nursing home for retired nuns once, and they had tons of questions, too. A lot of them had been former music teachers and asked the most intelligent questions. I loved it! That said, I've been asking families what topics they would like covered in the Family Blog and have gotten some great suggestions. For me, the most challenging thing is choosing the topics. So, what would you like to know from me in this blog? Do you want opinion pieces? My personal history? Tales of adventure? Stories about my songs? If you let me know, I will address each thing. If you leave me to my own devices, well ... you'll have to be surprised. But thanks and more thanks for the support you've given me. I look forward to sharing more with you soon. My long anticipated music video is finally finished. And, it was quite a journey. I used to feel very uncomfortable in front of a camera and avoided having photos taken, though I enjoyed being the photographer. Eventually, I became more comfortable with it. Then it was time to start doing videos. Standing in front of a green screen being filmed doing what seemed like ridiculous things was excruciating at first. When I was standing there on a rickety little lazy susan waving my arms around, I thought, "This guy is out of his mind. What could he possibly use this footage for?" It was even worse when I actually viewed it by itself. I even made him promise that I could have final say about what got used. Then, when I saw it, I was awed. All of those silly little pieces fit together into a cohesive video. Now it's out in the world. Of course, I want as many people to see it as possible, so the fun part is over, and the real work begins.
So, what was the fun part anyway? Well, writing the song was certainly fun. I started writing it the first winter I lived up here in the mountains. I was working a couple of evenings a week and had a 45 minute (or more, depending on the weather) drive home. Most of my original music comes to me when I'm driving, but thankfully, not all of it. As I drove down I-787 heading north, I saw the reflection of the moon on the Hudson River. Then, I started noticing that the constellation Orion was ahead of me the whole way. That has always been my favorite constellation and has shown up in some of my other songs as well. When I was traveling back and forth from coast to coast, it was often in the night sky, leading my way. I'm not very fond of his story, but he's so recognizable, he's usually one of the first constellations identified. Finally, because I was looking forward to being home with my new honey, it quickly became a love song. The next fun part was arranging it and deciding on the musicians. I went back and forth about the instrumentation and finally decided that oboe and banjo would lend a beautiful ambiance and would blend nicely with mountain dulcimer. Finally, the song definitely needed electric guitar and a good solid bass. I was able to convince my friends to help me out, and they came up to the studio a couple at a time to do the recording. Big thanks go to Bob Donald (guitar), Brenda Fisher (bass guitar), Susan Gierthy (oboe) and Terri Lukačko (banjo). And, I can't forget Joel Patterson (recording engineer and videographer) who also created and produced the video. Most of the filming was fun, too. We went to many sites including Hogback Mountain in Vermont and an abandoned log cabin in Stephentown. The log cabin was located on a busy highway with no place to park, so our neighbor dropped us off ready to whisk us away quickly, if necessary. Hence the "getaway car." I was amazed at the hours of filming it took to make a 5 minute video. And the process baffled me. But, I am so pleased with the outcome. Now on to the next project. What a year I've had! And more important, what a great summer I am having. I raised children from age 22 until age 60 without a break, my own and others. These last three years I've had the opportunity to regroup and pursue a life beyond child-rearing. It took a year to figure out what that meant, another year to come up with a plan and now this year has been the start of implementing that plan.
In the past three years, I've put out a solo CD and a compilation of old recordings from my rock band (General Eclectic) gotten some music videos up, am working on another and am in the planning stages of a children's CD to be recorded this fall. I've done lots of gigs of all different types (for adults and kids) and have been writing a lot of new songs. I'm hosting a monthly music jam and a songwriter's group and am growing as an instrumentalist and songwriter, now that I have the time to put into it. I just got back from a week at Summersongs, a music camp for songwriters. I first went in 2003 then got consumed with children again and never made it back until last year for only 3 days. That was just a tease, and I decided I needed to do the full week this year. I'm so glad I did! Now I'm packing to go to the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival for 4 days. I love immersing myself in music, and I love sharing that with all of you. I've also loved telling my stories. About 5 years ago, I joined a memoir group, and that has inspired me to write more and more. It's also helped me remember details I thought were forgotten. I find that the more I write, the more I remember. It's a lovely phenomenon. I've been lucky enough to find places to perform where I can combine songs with stories and have discovered, much to my delight, that people want to hear these stories from my wild and impetuous youth and beyond. I'm very much looking forward to my next adult show where I will share the bill with my grandson, Taran Shaefer, as the legacy continues. That show will be at the Eden Cafe in Loudonville, NY on September 23rd. Check the calendar page for details. It's hard to believe how many months have gone by since I last wrote a post. I've been busier than ever before, immersing myself in music. Just this summer, I've been to two music festivals, with another coming up, and went for half a week to Summersongs, a camp for songwriters and performers. It was so inspiring, I have a new song in the works already. My favorite festival, Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, was right after my stay at camp. Every year for many years, I've run the Activities for Kids tent and have tons of fun with the kids and my staff. I even taught Music Together demo classes there each morning for the first time this year. I also connected with friends I only see once a year. Unfortunately, the festival is in dire need of more volunteers and was shorthanded this year, making the crew chiefs' jobs much harder. However, in spite of the volunteer shortage, I had a fabulous time and am already looking forward to next year.
Now, it's nearing the end of summer already. My garden has had a banner year, producing more than enough food for us, so I've been able to share the wealth, and I do love to feed people. We still have tons of beans, eggplants, peppers and squash coming in, not to mention tomatoes, and of course, zucchini. My flowers had a rough time this year with all the little critters eating their tender leaves and bulbs. But, some of them have survived in spite of it all and are sharing their beauty in and out of the house. I'm also nearing the end of my summer semester of Heldeberg Music Together and am prepping for the fall. I love my day job of singing and dancing with very young children and their grownups. I never imagined I would be doing this work, but couldn't ask for anything better. Musically, there are now two music videos in the works. I'm also planning a children's CD since I seem to be getting a lot of those gigs lately. I'm even negotiating a monthly children's show at a local ice cream shop. I've done two of those, and they're going so well, I've been asked to do a regular spot. Now, to find the time for even more added fun. As a child, I was sure I didn't want kids of my own. Now look at me. I not only am a mom and grandma, I seem to be one of the superstar for kids in my area. It seems as though everywhere I go, I hear a little voice calling out to me. I'm not complaining at all. I love it, it just was unexpected. And, I especially love the many smiles and hugs I get. Who could ask for more? Last Saturday, I was joined by three excellent musicians to start the audio recording for my upcoming music video, "In Winter." Brenda Fisher played bass, Chrys Ballerano played hand drum and Terri Lukacko played banjo. We had a lot of fun and got some great music recorded. I'm now waiting on the edits to be done, then I'll lay down the vocal tracks. Hopefully, there will also be back-up vocals, flute, guitar and synthesizer added. I wrote the song last winter during my long drives back and forth to work in Albany and Delmar, NY. I was often driving at night, watching the moon and the stars during my travels and looking forward to landing in my nice cozy, warm and loving home. It is a love song, but more than that, it's a song of hopefulness, of looking forward to and facing whatever the future will bring knowing that you are surrounded by love, respect and tenderness.
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