"I Met A Girl Who Sang The Blues"

I was hoping for a donkey shot, it being Palm Sunday but didn't manage it. I was therefore pleased to spot a woman at Lodge Farm with a palm cross in her top pocket. She and her friend approached me and I realised that she was with Shelley Twinn, the jazz singer who I have met here and blipped before. The woman with the cross is also a singer.

Shelley was wearing a bright yellow jacket over a black hooded top. I was amused as the hood had white sploshes on it which looked like gull guano. There were quite a few gulls around as three tractors were at work in the fields. Shelley took her jacket off to show me the top created by an artist friend of hers. 

I spent an interesting interlude when I got home listening to American Pie and reading the lyrics. It's fifty years since the release of the song. Don McClean will celebrate with a documentary and a Broadway show. Ironically, the pandemic has given new meaning to “the day the music died.”
“They call me the ‘king of the trail,’ but I haven’t been on the trail in about six months,” McLean said. “There’s no place for a musician to work. … It doesn’t matter whether you’re Paul McCartney, Don McLean or Joe Blow who happens to be playing lounges in his hometown, you’re out of work. It’s the most bizarre thing that I’ve ever seen.”    

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