Wisdom from Roseanne Cash

I’m an occasional listener to the Tent Show Podcast, which plays excerpts from the Big Top Chautauqua concerts that happen every summer under a big tent on a hill not far from the shores of Lake Superior in Bayfield, Wisconsin. My podcatcher told me Roseanne Cash was up next.

Now, I’m a big Roseanne Cash fan, especially the more recent Roseanne Cash. Those Cashes improve with age; her father Johnny’s last series of albums is his level best.

Right after the first song she said she had been writing some of the most personal lyrics she had written in a long time.

“I feel like women my age still have a lot to say and a lot less time to say it, so the time for hedging your bets is over,” she said. “Put it out there, let the chips fall where they may, right?”

I thought that would be a good launching point for a post, but, I mean, what else do you need to say?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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