Just how I remember her (with longer hair). courtesy of Donna Uettwiller,
Hi Everyone!!
First of all, thank YOU for following this blog/”website.” It means a lot to me, and to prove it, I’m trying to keep in touch more.
THIS SUNDAY, I’m headed to Philly. I won’t be performing (this time), but I will be in the audience supporting a musician friend of mine, Teri Rambo.
I was lucky enough to live close to a summer camp for youth with disabilities, Camp-Pa-Qua-Tuck. It was a sleep-a-way camp and the first time I had been around other kids with disabilities in a social context. While there, I met Teri. Maybe I was 10 or 11. She used to sing us to sleep with Joni Mitchell covers and hymns, except I didn’t yet know they were covers. She sent me a MIXTAPE with her recordings on one side and Miss Saigon on the other — I still have it. She was in college at the time. We lost touch. I never forgot her. Or Joni Mitchell. Teri gave me kindness at a time when I had very little, and by introducing me to Joni, she gave me my first taste of big words and poetry.
I posted this a few days ago on Facebook:
Teresa Rambo of Colorado, wherever you are, you rock:
The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
I looked thru window-glass at streets
and Nathan grumbled at the grey
I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
The city grated thru chrome-plate
The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
Thru the tunnel tiled and turning
Into daylight once again I am escaping
Once again goodbye
To symphonies and dirty trees
With parks and plastic clothes
The ghostly garden grows
And was able to find her. And GUESS WHAT? She is still a singer and has a show at World Cafe Live this Sunday. It also features 8 other songwriters!!
I’m going. Who knows? Maybe we’ll tour together in a town near YOU. Here’s the event page. I’ll be the poet crying in the front row — this time tears of joy!
Please sign up for her mailing list (and get a free download), buy her album and spread the word about this show!!
Teri’s New Album. Very Joni-esque circa “Clouds.”
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