tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576716365575919550.post1411236690261495236..comments2023-10-03T18:30:42.773-05:00Comments on Meta Watershed: LUCK AND SELF-LOVE: SAME COINMaggie Jochildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07577090500862823864noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576716365575919550.post-22830592225774894082008-03-16T09:16:00.000-05:002008-03-16T09:16:00.000-05:00Well, shucks, Maggie. Thanks for recognizing it. I...Well, shucks, Maggie. Thanks for recognizing it. It means a lot to me that you've got my back.(is that the expression? It looks strange, somehow)Liza Cowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07012197411969153523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576716365575919550.post-64413850269083883042008-03-16T01:16:00.000-05:002008-03-16T01:16:00.000-05:00Yeah, I found the author thanks to the tubez. For...Yeah, I found the author thanks to the tubez. For a decade, though, I assumed it was a Mary Oliver.<BR/><BR/>I'll correct the lyric, so future readers of the comments, don't be confused -- the incorrect version is no longer there.<BR/><BR/>How lucky am I/us all, to have the WOMAN for whom the song was written comment on the song? THANK YOU, Liza. For all the inspiration you've apparently offered over the decades.Maggie Jochildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07577090500862823864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576716365575919550.post-25829825849382675212008-03-15T22:02:00.000-05:002008-03-15T22:02:00.000-05:00Nice poem, that second one. I guess you eventually...Nice poem, that second one. I guess you eventually found the author.<BR/><BR/>Of course I'm thrilled to see the lyrics to "The Woman In Your Life" here. One small correction. "a woman's voice with messages OF women feelings"<BR/><BR/>I actually had to look up Alix's commentary on the song in her songbook to check my memory. She wrote it for my birthday, the first year we were together, which means just four or five months after we met. It was 1972. For some reason, as yet unidentified or understood, I cried the whole night after she sang it to me. I'm not a crier. I never cry. But I couldn't stop. I mean, it was really weird. I had no idea why I was crying but there I was, sobbing for hours.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, after a few weeks I could hear it without tearing up (still didn't know why) and when, shortly after that, she began performing for women's audiences she sang it, and it went on to have it's own life, and now, after all these years, I had to look it up to remember the circumstances.<BR/><BR/>But your right, Maggie, it was a watershed. I guess in more ways than one.Liza Cowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07012197411969153523noreply@blogger.com