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Grandfather Mountain, the highest in the Blue Ridge range, suddenly popped up to a height of 5,964 feet around 700 million years ago, (give or take a bit), which is certainly enough time to justify its name. The Cherokee people named it “Tanawha,” –“Great Eagle,” which is a nicely poetic name, but then, the invading hordes saw face-like shapes in the cliffs and ingeniously came up with the name it now bears. |
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Driving through Asheville. Elated. The parking violation had just been forgiven by Asheville’s traffic court. Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of affection and gratitude for the city, I park on Battery Park Avenue to see if anyone interesting is sitting and sipping in the window of World Coffee.
She is. And prettily, too.
Out on the sidewalk, I tried to appear innocuous, but I guess if you’re sitting at a window table and someone outside points a camera at you, they aren’t innocuous. I was having a problem getting a good shot, so I stepped inside, introduced myself, and asked her to look out at the camera. She is Anneabelle Beale. She plays jazz violin; sometimes in an ensemble, sometimes solo. She told me she also sings her own compositions of word and music, so I asked her to sing. She has the most beautiful voice; clear, warm, on-key. Her lyrics, intelligent and literate, come at you so fast, sometimes it isn’t easy for the mind to keep up with them; but a poetic challenge is made beautiful by its rarity. Club owners; groups seeking a jazz musician-singer or ensemble with an intellectual quality, should visit: Myspace.com/annabelleallways |
THE BILLY-MOW KIT
FIFTEEN TESTIMONIALS FROM OWNERS.
*Goat-envy, ©1937, Sigmund Freud. |
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