Blender #49 
12/07/97
Lady Blue (Mist/rca) 

words:  slave / dancing Swan Lake / in Elvis' bathroom 


     Growing up in the back wood hills of Kentucky, she always knew she was
different, different from those around her, at least.  For the hills of Kentucky was 
not a likely breeding ground for what her mother had always called her "far-
fetched fantasies".  Throughout the years she kept her dreams to herself,
undaunted by the pessimistic views of her mother, her brothers, her sister. She 
knew that if she allowed them a glimpse of her aspirations, she'd be the subject 
of their teasing, their ridicule, and, when the time came, they would try to stop 
her. But she would not be stopped, she'd do it on her own and allow no one to 
stand in her way.   
     For years, she had discreetly reveled in the magic she found in the tiny
theater in town. "Town", if you could call it that, consisted of one paved street, 
the dilapidated diner on the corner, the sheriff's office, the feed store, and the 
dime store that made Woolworth's look like Neiman Marcus.  Of course, the 
only shows at the local theater could be called classics by now, but then she
had no way of knowing that. She only knew for sure that she was getting out, 
that she would not become a slave to the land, nor to some good 'ole boy who
wanted her only to cook his meals, wash his socks and bear his "young-un's".
Nope, she had dreams that would not be cast aside
     She might not have the sort of face you'd find on the cover of some fancy
lady's magazine, and you'll probably never see her in a big-screen movie or
dancing Swan Lake, but, if nothing else, she could sing. Her voice was as sweet
as a new born's first cry and with the determination of a lifetime of deprivation,
her eight-teenth birthday found her standing here in the heart of Memphis. It might
not be Nashville, and it might not be Hollywood, but it was as far as her limited
funds would get her right now and it was a start. All she really wanted was a
chance. But, first things first, she needed a place to stay and a job to support
herself.  In a city this size, surely there was something for her. Growing up on the
farm she certainly wasn't a stranger to hard work, hell, she'd wait tables or scrub
the toilet in Elvis' bathroom if she had to. The only thing that she'd not do, for
sure, was allow her dream to die without giving it a chance. 


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