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Take Me to the River

and don’t drag me away

In the summer of 1971, my grandmother died two days before my fifteenth birthday. Experiencing grief at fifteen is a tricky thing. The loss of a loved one is palpable, but hormones still rage on asking to be fed and sustained through three-hour phone calls and a visit from that girl I longed for.



The songs we listen to change us. They shape how we feel and what we do. Let’s share stories of how songs shape our world. Let’s share the experience.

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Terry Barr

I write about music, culture, food, and my Alabama past in The Riff, InTune, FanFare, A Cornered Gurl, Rock n”Heavy, Counter Arts, and Plethora of Pop.