The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
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by Jesse Walker

Sunday, March 09, 2003
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Anxious to tell of my pathetic search for delights, I shyly poured out my woes to [septuagenarian blues-gospel musician Gary] Davis as a naive kid to his experienced older brother. After an account of a failed romance with a curvaceous singer who knew she could do better and canoeing with two sisters onto a lake to sip appalling wine, I sighed, 'So, Reverend, these are my big adventures at fifteen. What did you do when you were my age to have fun?' After a little laugh he paused, as he always did:

"'One time there was a widower living nearby and us boys saw that every night he would get on his knees before the fireplace and pray to God for a wife who could be a mother to his children. So we went off and killed a sheep, you understand, and cut off its head and put it on a rope. Then when he was praying we climbed up on his roof and lowered that head down the chimney, so when he was there prayin' his heart out he saw that head in the fireplace, and he ran for a gun and started shooting up the house!'"

--Allan Evans, liner notes to Rev. Gary Davis,
The Sun of Our Life: Solos, Songs, a Sermon, 1955-1957


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