Norman Blake/Tut Taylor/Sam Bush/Butch Robins/Vassar Clements/David Holland/Jethro Burns is a studio album recorded by American musicians Norman Blake, Tut Taylor, Sam Bush, Butch Robins, Vassar Clements, David Holland, and Jethro Burns. It was released in 1975.
From Hank Deane's original liner notes: "Hey, let's do a record in Nashville with everybody. "And Jethro Burns", says Sam. OK, all right, let's do it. I fly to Nashville to see Claude Hill and we do it."
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“The tragedy of Northern Ireland is that it is now a society in which the dead console the living.”
—Jack Holland (b. 1947)
“Politics are ... but as the cigar-smoke of a man.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“I saw the best minds of my generation
Reading their poems to Vassar girls,
Being interviewed by Mademoiselle.
Having their publicity handled by professionals.
When can I go into an editorial office
And have my stuff published because I’m weird?
I could go on writing like this forever . . .”
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—Edward Norman (b. 1946)
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Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chinese
screen.
The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in
heaven.”
—Sylvia Plath (1932–1963)
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Their souls with God himself shall dwell,—
But always recollect, my dear,
That wicked people go to hell.”
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The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver.”
—William Blake (1757–1827)
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—Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)