tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post113387179802339726..comments2023-09-23T16:10:03.527-04:00Comments on Singing Moon: harpcoyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1133892653828098982005-12-06T13:10:00.000-05:002005-12-06T13:10:00.000-05:00Way I remember it, a very fine version of Kansas C...Way I remember it, a very fine version of <I>Kansas City</I>. Although it might've been <I>Stormy Monday</I>, too. In fact, something quite wonderful <I>did</I> happen that night, technological din aside. That harp player was the real deal...coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1133890314417102742005-12-06T12:31:00.000-05:002005-12-06T12:31:00.000-05:00The throbbing loud pulse of this verse reveberates...The throbbing loud pulse of this verse reveberates.<BR/>I understand, the place is one of those, where the factual technological din makes your heartbeats believe, something wonderful is being belted out.<BR/><BR/>Alas!<BR/><BR/>What were they singing, Coyote?etherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10765317566611969814noreply@blogger.com