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	<title>Comments on: That&#8217;s All Right Mama</title>
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		<title>By: Bruce Brownlee</title>
		<link>http://xponentialmusic.org/blogs/885mmmm/2007/07/25/thats-all-right-mama/#comment-118</link>
		<author>Bruce Brownlee</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:39:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My earliest musical memories seem to be from the turn of the 20th century up through the 1950s. This is odd, because I wasn't born until 1950. But I always thought, "I've heard that song before," as though I actually had. However, my warmest memory of my actual childhood is of watching the shortlived fifteen-minute Frank Sinatra television series (1954? he was a has-been at this point), trying desperately to keep my eyes open, and hearing FS sing his theme song, "Put Your Dreams Away For Another Day." And I did.

As a damn Yankee I didn't discover country music until some years later, probably through The Byrds' "Sweethjeart of the Rodeo" -- not the best or most authentic place to start, but it proved sufficient.

A real Elvis sighting, eh, Saff? Lucky you. My brother has been to Memphis to worship at the shrine. I have not made the pilgrimmage.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My earliest musical memories seem to be from the turn of the 20th century up through the 1950s. This is odd, because I wasn&#8217;t born until 1950. But I always thought, &#8220;I&#8217;ve heard that song before,&#8221; as though I actually had. However, my warmest memory of my actual childhood is of watching the shortlived fifteen-minute Frank Sinatra television series (1954? he was a has-been at this point), trying desperately to keep my eyes open, and hearing FS sing his theme song, &#8220;Put Your Dreams Away For Another Day.&#8221; And I did.</p>
<p>As a damn Yankee I didn&#8217;t discover country music until some years later, probably through The Byrds&#8217; &#8220;Sweethjeart of the Rodeo&#8221; &#8212; not the best or most authentic place to start, but it proved sufficient.</p>
<p>A real Elvis sighting, eh, Saff? Lucky you. My brother has been to Memphis to worship at the shrine. I have not made the pilgrimmage.</p>
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