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| From | Sam Smith <sam@lullabypit.com> |
| Subject | new track from Don Dixon [xposted] |
| Date | Sat, 19 Nov 2005 16:17:05 -0500 |
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Don Dixon has made a new track available for free download here:
http://www.efolkmusic.org/ArtMusic/viewartist.asp?artist=Don+Dixon&AID=47
<http://www.efolkmusic.org/ArtMusic/viewartist.asp?artist=Don+Dixon&AID=47>
Scroll down toward the bottom of the page and click on the link that
says Click here to download *"/The Night That Otis Died/"*
<javascript:new_window('DwnldCPopup.asp?s=F&t=The+Night+That+Otis+Died&fn=47_7940_001.mp3&pc=47_7940_001&AID=47')>
(You'll be prompted to enter an e-mail address, but if you're concerned
about privacy the page seems to be accepting bogus addresses, so lie.)
This may well be the best song Don has ever written. It's about Otis
Redding's death, sorta, and it's one of those tracks that just derails
you - you just listen to it over and over and over. It pretty much
hijacked my morning.
Grab it now - it's not on his new record (due April 6, btw) thanks to
some complicated lawyer issues, and there are no guarantees he'll be
able to offer it for download indefinitely.
Hope everybody is doing well.....
--
Sam Smith, PhD
1805 Brantley St.
Winston-Salem NC 27103
336.480.6179 /m
sam@lullabypit.com
http://www.lullabypit.com
...it's a lonesome thing to be passing small towns with the
lights shining sideways when the night is down, or going in
strange places with a dog nosing before you and a dog nosing
behind, or drawn to the cities where you'd hear a voice
kissing and talking deep love in every shadow of the ditch,
and you passing on with an empty, hungry stomach failing
from your heart.
- John Millington Synge
--
Sam Smith, PhD
1805 Brantley St.
Winston-Salem NC 27103
336.480.6179 /m
sam@lullabypit.com
http://www.lullabypit.com
...it's a lonesome thing to be passing small towns with the
lights shining sideways when the night is down, or going in
strange places with a dog nosing before you and a dog nosing
behind, or drawn to the cities where you'd hear a voice
kissing and talking deep love in every shadow of the ditch,
and you passing on with an empty, hungry stomach failing
from your heart.
- John Millington Synge
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