A few weeks ago, I was driving to work listening to Accuradio. I had the folk music channel going, just cruising along with the bucka-pucka banjos, nasal harmonies, and protest songs of various eras, when I heard this voice. The voice was singing “He’s Got the Whole World In His Hands.” The song had been part of my childhood growing up in the ’60s–but not like this, oh, not like this.
The voice belonged to Odetta.
Nothing would do but I must find a metaphor for that voice. One Sentence Poems was gracious enough to publish it in their May 28, 2019 edition: “On First Hearing Odetta.”
Do you think I came close?