It was a wet night out, I sat with my back to the wall like I always do nursing a glass of scotch.
And in walks a shadow, you know the kind of shadow that would make a young boy leave home in search of a dream.
A tall redhead, with legs that go for ever, and a figure that matches.
With eyes so green they would make an emerald jealous. And she was looking at me, somehow I knew this night was not going to end well.
Many years ago when I was a pup working for the agency, the big dogs would fly to where they had to be, and being at the bottom of the pile. Someone had to haul stuff around the country, I spent any hours listening to this guy
The Ralph Emery all night show!
skeets- I posted KT Tunstall's Black horse & The Cherry Tree a while back, but always good to hear it again.
Here's a vid of her looping technique: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpYA1UoEbao