It is astonishing to think that Eva Cassidy's exquisite voice was barely recognized while she was alive. Though she lived and died a relative unknown, I believe her talent must be accounted one of the greats of the twentieth century. Her genius is this: to take an old, familiar song and make it sound not merely fresh, but utterly new, to which one listens avidly as if hearing it for the very first time.
Incomparable.
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What a lovely song to usher in the changing of the seasons. I went for a long walk this morning, and there was a definite chill in the air and the leaves are beginning their turn to color. Fall is my favorite season.
After a week of continual rain and temps in the 40s, we've been revived by two lovely days of sunshine and blue skies with temps in the 70s here.
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