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March 2008

March 2008: Sage soap, Paul Thorn + daisies

Pitcher Full of Daisies

Pitcher Full of Daisies: They are one of the cheapest things in the buckets at your grocery store… So common, who bothers to even notice? But at $3.99 a bunch, you can buy a couple. Fill a pitcher, a couple bottles, a squatty jar… Suddenly, you have a cloud of rising suns, lemon yellow center with bright white rays.

As spring tries to shake off winter, what could be more inviting? More warming? More joyous sitting on a desk, a counter, a dining room table? And they last, and last, and last, and last! For less than $10 in most cases, you’ve got three weeks or more of fresh blooms, reminding you of nature’s happiest, easiest burst of floral exuberance.

A Long Way From Tupelo Paul Thorn

He’s got a voice like a batch of stump water, left somewhere back in the woods - and as that dusty man’s man’s voice drapes across tales of losers, not quite fits and those exhausted by the pursuit of love. Just as importantly, Thorn still believes in the possibility of passion and forever - imbuing the setlled “When The Long Road Ends” and the haunting “Burning Blue.”

Wry. Organic. Genre-sweeping - from funky soul to roadhouse kinda country to statuesque songcraft and knee-drop evangelical gospel. Whether it’s the shuffling chicken-pickin’ guitar-driven “Crutches,” the rearview mirror realizations “Everybody Wishes” and plunky stripper’s reality check about Higher Powers and white collars remembering when in the great equalizing redemptor “All About People,” Thorn’s common touch has a way if inspiring, bucking up and lifting up.

Back when Muscle Shoals and Memphis were their own kinda heaven… When voices spoke even more than the words they sang… When lean arrangements packed punch in the way the notes bulged and slithered… That’s the harvest of Paul Thorn’s latest.

Sage Soap Pre de Provence

It is a fistful of freshness, slightly nubby with bits of sage blooms. Old school soap redolent with the essence of sage - the very same herb people burn to smudge their houses to evict any bad energy - lathers up thick, melts away dirt, sweat and any other accumulated gunk and leaves you feeling down-to-the-skin clean yet not stripped of essential oil. A bar lasts a long time. It brings a rustic strength of purpose to your soap dish. But mostly, rubbing the body over your skin, feeling the sage gently scrapping away dead skin, then the foam sliding it into the swirl about to bed rinsed away for good is an exhilarating way to start your day, or remove what was with a sense of “ahhhhhh” before bed.