Advice from a Small Town Girl

I'm a fan of the old songs.

Not too old, mind you - if you get back much more than 100 years, you'll lose my attention. But there's something about the songs of my parents' generation that grabs me and just won't let go.

In case you're one of the few people around who haven't spent much time with me in person, I'm one of those people who goes around humming snatches of songs here and there. Frequently they are songs from my formative years; folk songs from Peter, Paul and Mary or The New Christy Minstrels; early rock from the Beatles, or what they called "crossover" music from artists like Jam...