Wednesday, September 2, 2009

September in Georgia's passionate land

September is a magnificent time in Georgia. The lush green of the giant pine trees, the flowers showing up in this tender autumn, well all of that is so good and doggone strong. When I was a little kid growing up in south Georgia, even though I was a "townie" I enjoyed going out in the country and seeing the crops and all the good things that make Georgia a good full of fine flavor place. One grand memory was being in town on Saturday and hearing some old guys playing harmonica or harp as the sleek pundits say. Later on in life I got heavily into listening to blues masters, like the sizzlin' Sonny Boy Williamson II. Lord, how he could play that harmonica. The way his sound resonated and entranced a soul was so immensely powerful. Such a profound dose of art. Again I say, Lord what a great musical time this is here in September in the history-laden state of Georgia.

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