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or “Gahy-el” as she pronounced it for me.
Ah, Gahy-el. A petite blond with alabaster skin and eyes as clear as an autumn afternoon in the Blue Ridge.
She’s studying fashion design at the University of Georgia and wants to go either to New York or Atlanta to make a ton of money designing womens’ clothing.
I hope she decides to go north. She will absolutely melt the hearts and souls of the New York men, even those in the fashion designing business who are not generally interested in women.
Anybody who has encountered a bus load of New Yorkers — or even a station wagon full of Yankees, which can easily sound like a bus load — knows how amusing they find Southern accents. Ask anybody in the local tourist business about how “cute” New Yorkers find the language here. Gahy-el will knock them dead.
Which, naturally, is the how and why blues are written about the state.
I now know the blues are not written about heat prostration or weird animal life forms stomping about.
The blues are written about women, specifially, about women lost: The author was surely abandoned by some Georgia lovely and forced to go it alone in that oven. He wrote a song to share his misfortune.
Which is when the heat feelB its hottest and the bugs attack their heartiest.
Gahy-el will be the subject of such a song someday.
Even Bandit can sympathize.
Maybe I can get my ster to clone me one of those Georgians for my birthday so I can write a blues number.
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