From Captan's Crate:
Barbara Lynn wasn't my age when she wrote (I repeat, she wrote) these songs. Nope. In 1962, 22 years-old probably seemed pretty ancient to little Miss Lynn. No Senor Frogs for her. Hell, probably no auto insurance. She was still in high school at the time. A sophmore, I would guess. Just s-i-x-t-e-e-n. Spell it. And I here I am moping around like a sucker. An old sucker, at that! Query: where does a 16 year-old girl find the depth, not only to write a truly superb sad song, but to sing it so convincingly that a fifty year old man could go woozy just humming along. Query: Where does said girl get her southpaw guitar chops? Her diva's poise? Where does she get her hair done? I don't know, but she did it all, this one. And then she disappeared. Until now.
This is incredible.
Via funkforward
1 comments:
I've always been a fan but it was very cool to see her play. (courtesy of you, Captain's Crate and YouTube. She plays a right handed strung guitar with her left hand...so common for us lefties to have to endure.
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