another 2011 woman of the year, musically laura marling. interestingly, i used to have debates with my west virginia folks about a town named sophia. we had to drive through it to go to the pictures in bluefield. it was a small appalachia town, but had at least a 70 foot train trestle passing overhead the center of town. they had a church, a few bars, and about 10 houses. anyways, everytime we went through, i’d see the trestle and start expressive my love of the name sophia. such a sweet, sweet, sophisticated, classic sounding name. i already new what this sophia’s personality would be like that i was destined to meet at some point in my life, do to this romantic attachment to a small dying appalachian town with a looming trestle overhead the center of town.
contrary to my thoughts and dreams however were my friends driving along. they would counter saying they only pictured a haggard 54 year old biker that travels cross country, picking fights at biker bars, spent a summer with the hell’s angels, spit, chewed and drank bud heavy.
i don’t know why people ruin people’s dreams, but i’m still looking for sophia (the former, not the latter).
anyways, track 9 from this album reminded me of that.
