A Boxer’s Bell Arty was born in the coal mines, hands blackened by the hardness of a coal miner’s life, a tough guy who learned how to street fight. Like a boxer, he took a boxing stance at the sound of the bell, any bell—even a cowbell or a school bell. He threw left hooks […]Read more "A Boxer’s Bell"
As a young girl, I sang with my mother. We listened to the radio in the car, played vinyl records at home, or even better, my mom would pick up her guitar and we’d sing a folk song. I remember when I first heard Phoebe Snow sing “Poetry Man” from the backseat of our car […]Read more "Lady Listens: Stories and Interviews from Women in Music"