Thank you to my old soul pals, Marie Sicari, Stefanie Demas & Stacey Kahn for being my guests on the Yorkville radio show on the Centanni Broadcasting Network. We got silly. Marie will be back in the near future as my co-host, and Stef & Stacey will be back to share their work. Stefanie and Stacey are terrific writers ~ I promise you'll be reading their work in many publications. Stacey is an assistant editor at Epiphany Literary Journal, a prominent small press, an excellent submission target for young writers. Stefanie is an editorial reader there, and freelance writes and edits. Their bios are in yesterday's blog entry.
http://www.epiphanyzine.com/
Here are two tunes Stef & Stacey picked out for our show that fell off because we gabbed.
If you like to listen to last night's radio show please go the archive link or the main Centanni link:
Pardon the technical issue on last night's show. We fixed it. We'll have no problem going forward, be well, Tommy
ps here are two for Marie & me
Slow Turning ~ John Hiatt
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya’
But I never could tell what’s mine
So it didn’t matter anyway
My only pride and joy
Was this racket down here
Bangin’ on an old guitar
And singin’ what I had to say
I always thought our house was haunted
But nobody said boo to me
I never did get what I wanted
Now I get what I need
Chorus:
It’s been a slow turnin’
From the inside out
A slow turnin’
But you come about
Slow learnin’
But you learn to sway
A slow turnin’ baby
Not fade away
Now I’m in my car
I got the radio on
I’m yellin’ at the kids in the back seat
’cause they’re bangin’ like charlie watts
You think you’ve come so far
In this one horse town
Then she’s laughin’ that crazy laugh
’cause you haven’t left the parkin’ lot
Time is short and here’s the damn thing about it
You’re gonna die, gonna die for sure
And you can learn to live with love or without it
But there ain’t no cure
I thought it just came to ya’
But I never could tell what’s mine
So it didn’t matter anyway
My only pride and joy
Was this racket down here
Bangin’ on an old guitar
And singin’ what I had to say
I always thought our house was haunted
But nobody said boo to me
I never did get what I wanted
Now I get what I need
Chorus:
It’s been a slow turnin’
From the inside out
A slow turnin’
But you come about
Slow learnin’
But you learn to sway
A slow turnin’ baby
Not fade away
Now I’m in my car
I got the radio on
I’m yellin’ at the kids in the back seat
’cause they’re bangin’ like charlie watts
You think you’ve come so far
In this one horse town
Then she’s laughin’ that crazy laugh
’cause you haven’t left the parkin’ lot
Time is short and here’s the damn thing about it
You’re gonna die, gonna die for sure
And you can learn to live with love or without it
But there ain’t no cure
It's a slow turning
