Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
O Hallelujah, by the Oak Grove Singers.
From the Tennessee State Parks Folklife Collection, housed at the TN State Library & Archives, Nashville, TN
Dear lord, I love this blog.
Fayetteville Roots Festival is an intimate, urban festival, based in Fayetteville, Arkansas
Just got done with this circus. Can’t wait til next year!