What's In A Name

Apologies, I'm just trying to figure out this Bloglovin button thing. In the meantime....I forgot to mention why my blog is called what it is. It's part of a song lyric (um is that allowed...eek), that most Americans will recognize as James Taylor's Sweet Baby James (while he sells out large arenas in the U.K., I never hear his music here. Anyway, two weeks ago we went to a concert in Glasgow, Ryan Adams (no, not Bryan, Ryan ;-), which was amazing, which has nothing to do with the story except he's awesome and he's American and I was possibly one of very few compatriots in the Royal Concert Hall who got some of the obscure American references to Eddie and the Cruisers 2(!) he was making. And then he sang New York, New York, which he has virtually retired, because he loves Glasgow, and my heart just about exploded. So on we went to Edinburgh the next day to visit our friend, who we hadn't been to see since he moved there. He lives in an area called Stockbridge, which just reminded me of the lyric in Sweet Baby James :

"Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go." -James Taylor

Which has nothing to do with Edinburgh really, but most places in the U.K. have so many twin cities in New England especially, and this song just reminds me so much of Massachusetts which I miss so very much in the autumn/winter especially. So I was feeling a tiny bit homesick with this song running through my head but simultaneously loving the gorgeous old streets and cozy pubs of Stockbridge, Edinburgh. And there's this amazing close calledStockbridge Market (Better pic linked) with beautiful arches that I had to stop and take a pic of even though it was nighttime and all I had was my cellphone. It just felt sort of magical at that moment and even though I knew James Taylor was singing about Stockbridge, Massachusetts, it felt somehow connected and stuck in the back of my mind until I built up the nerve to start this blog :

"There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
a song that they sing of their home in the sky, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
but singing works just fine for me."

So, goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?"

It's such a pretty refrain , a lullaby for all of the people like me out wandering the world maybe a bit further from home than they'd sometimes wish.

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