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2 from Linda Ronstadt - Atlanta 1977 by mkovac

1977 was a good year for her, as it was for ND.

Following up on abqgant's post below, where he gave us two of Linda Ronstadt's hits, please indulge my admiration for her singing Poor Poor Pitiful Me and Buddy Holly's It Doesn't Matter Anymore.

First, Poor Poor Pitiful Me.
You don't see too many songs where everyone turns to the drummer in admiration for his treatment of a song. This is one of them.

And, if I'm not mistaken, it looks like a fretless bass is being played.



And, now, It Doesn't Matter Anymore.
One of my favorites of Buddy Holly (written by Paul Anka). This version just slays me. You can feel the respect she has for the rock icon. In my mind's eye, Buddy Holly is to her left and a single light comes down to illuminate him singing the song with her.
I like to think he was there in Atlanta that night, onstage with her. In fact, I'm certain he was.
Buddy Holly was a true romantic. He proposed to Maria only five hours into his first date with her. Five hours. Five hours. Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time.