Anyway, Mick (I love the one-name monicker, like Cher), likes Sam Phillips. Whether he LOVES her the way I do is uncertain. Anyway, this is the song that made me cry when I finally saw her play live a few years back in Toronto. Dig her sardonic wit. If I was watching her in that sodding bookstore, I'd have been giving shoppers and cashiers the evil eye if they weren't enthralled.
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About Me
- Toronto Yardsaler
- I'm a slightly off-beat Toronto-area teacher who enjoys writing and photography. I come from a family of collectors and now I'm dragging my own family around to yard sales. It's just a bit of fun. Enjoy the scenes.
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