tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390470473924634382.post-90289805637288098742007-09-21T08:46:00.000-05:002007-09-21T08:46:00.000-05:00Unfortunately, my creative side has been buried under about 40 years of BS, but I do love the written word and appreciate the new blog. I'm a huge fan of Thelma's work...I'll have to get familiar with Louise's books. <BR/><BR/>Being creatively challenged has never stopped me from being a critic of course. Just becuase I can't turn a phrase myself, I'm perfectly comfortable dumping all over the attempts of those who can. And I'm with you completely on "Cracklin' Rose"...the lyrics are truly putrid (unless they are truly about wine...hadn't heard that theory before and it may give me cause to re-evaluate my opinion). The key to listening to this song for the average, no-talent music afficianado (like me), is to forget the lyrics altogether and just allow the familiar melody to transport you back in time. I was pretty easy yo please when I was 12 and a really happy kid. Singing along to Cracklin Rose didn't require any comprehension of the words...life was new and the tune made me feel good. When I hear the song these days, I simply disengage my frontal lobe and let emotion take me back to a simpler time. <BR/><BR/>Of course, that doesn't work for anything written after I was about 17, so thanks Trish for your inspiring lyrics...I'm able to enjoy your songs with both lobes!Jeffmyspace.com/ohleftonenoreply@blogger.com