It was a cold November night in Baltimore. Amanda and I sealed Our Friendship. A certain Southern Rock band out of the Empire/Civil War/Peach city of Atlanta in the sacred state of Georgia-The Black Crowes-they'll always be. Right in the middle of the performance as Richard open-tunes his Fender as his brother Christopher sings a Sad Dixie Melody-Lady of Avenue A it is called. The bird sings it with such sadness that Amanda and I hug and embrace each other-I sing to Amanda these words and that poetry is the Dixie Truth. Rams Head Live turns into a gospel blues church-"Good times and lost nights on Avenue A/Don't let the bright lights take you away/You just can't believe what the city folks say/My Lady of Avenue A!" We Both Smile and Cry all at once. Amanda and I are happily never the same again. Now she is my Job Coach. Black Crowes Rock Forever. The Rebel South Will Rise Again!
It was a cold November night in Baltimore. Amanda and I sealed Our Friendship. A certain Southern Rock band out of the Empire/Civil War/Peach city of Atlanta in the sacred state of Georgia-The Black Crowes-they'll always be. Right in the middle of the performance as Richard open-tunes his Fender as his brother Christopher sings a Sad Dixie Melody-Lady of Avenue A it is called. The bird sings it with such sadness that Amanda and I hug and embrace each other-I sing to Amanda these words and that poetry is the Dixie Truth. Rams Head Live turns into a gospel blues church-"Good times and lost nights on Avenue A/Don't let the bright lights take you away/You just can't believe what the city folks say/My Lady of Avenue A!" We Both Smile and Cry all at once. Amanda and I are happily never the same again. Now she is my Job Coach. Black Crowes Rock Forever. The Rebel South Will Rise Again!