CERTAIN songs are indelibly imprinted on the soundtrack of our lives. For those of us of a certain age,
Phoebe Snow's romantic ode "
Poetry Man" is one of those songs. "Talk to me some more / You don't have to go / You're the Poetry Man / You make things all right." In my case, those lyrics evoke winsome memories of gentle ocean breezes and midnight drives beside a starry beach when life was new. Snow
died today at age 60. But her voice lives on, and that at least will continue to make things seem "all right" for those she touched with her music. RIP.
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