With vox akin to Linda Perhacs, Beverly Copeland dropped this one in 1970. Soul deep, Copeland’s vocals are sparsely accented by acoustic guitar and trumpet, riffing on the stirring black hound of depression that woefully does not abate with the morning sun.
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thank you for continuing to share wonderful music.
and this sentence is equally beautiful – riffing on the stirring black hound of depression that woefully does not abate with the morning sun.
I’m not a blues listener but this one ! Jazz accented, great lyrics ! And the singer is a very interesting person as the web informed me.
Can’t remember if I ever commented of yr blog; it’s time to thank you for all you share. Always something to discover.
(from Montreal, Quebec)