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Via NG, a recent story in the New York Times about a not-widely-known provision of the copyright law that will … well, let’s go to the tape:
When copyright law was revised in the mid-1970s, musicians, like creators of other works of art, were granted “termination rights,” which allow them to regain control of their work […]

This song’s been kicking around recent comments and seems worth resurrecting to the main page.

For some earlier thoughts on Watts, see here. The ability she had to hurtle herself and a song headlong into the undefined space of musical possibility and create a mighty rushing wind of glory never fails leave me slackjawed with awe.

Via KC, President Obama’s armored bus comes from none other than the family Hemphill, who may have a had a calling in southern gospel but have doubtless made a small fortune in custom motor coaches. Just this past weekend I saw one trundling down a Maryland interstate. Southern gospel is everywhere, in one form or […]

Thanks for all the happy blogbirthday wishes on Avery’s facebook page yesterday. This little experiment in southern gospel in the etherspaces turned seven yesterday.
A wise man has noted that, “Generally speaking, blogging is like shouting into a hurricane: it might make you feel better, but hardly anyone hears you and it rarely has any […]

Non-bloggerly life doesn’t permit much more than a pop in to open window and create some room to breathe in here. Somewhere, I’ve got a list of open-thread roundups going, but they’ll have to wait for now. In the meantime, consider the floor yours.

Sounds like a set up to a bad joke (and if you know it, share it), but for our purposes today it is the actual circumstances in which I found myself over the weekend when the studio version of this song came on the iPod:

The atheist had heard me playing it on his new audiophilic […]