Only one. I was running combine for a small farmer outside of Halsey, Oregon and was hauling grass seed to a warehouse on the outskirts of Harrisburg. The warehouse was a stone’s throw away from what I considered a very nice ranch-style house with a big picture window through which I saw her the first time, a small girl… a waif of a girl, but so beautiful it took my breath away.
I worked with a guy for four or five years who had never read a book after college. He read, he just didn’t read books (which had me scratching my head until I developed a bald spot). Books have always been part of my life. As a child and even toddler, books were a never ending source of pleasure. So how is it, I ask myself, that people hate to read? And I think I have found the answer. They haven’t found anything which, to them, is worth reading. Books are like music in the forest for the trees idiom. There are so damn many choices, one has no idea where to start. Well, for people who love music, the obvious starting point is books about music (or would that be “are”?). Like soul? Find a book about soul music. Love country? There are tons of biographies of country artists, past and present, and even books about country’s musical past. Blues? The same. Rock? Too many to count.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 