The other day my seven-year-old daughter declared that Lyle Lovett was her third-favorite musician. At the time we were listening to “This Old Porch,” and I had been talking to Sammie about the details of the song, the metaphor of the porch (though I certainly didn’t use that term), and also how that song had been my introduction to Lovett’s music what seemed like lifetimes ago.
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