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Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m all high ‘n mighty—I’m just a gal who sings bout heartache and rhinestones. But watchin’ her dodge the cops, I’m surprised how slick she is. Moves like a shadow, quiet-like. Reminds me of them *Moolaadé* women hidin’ from the elders—only she’s duckin’ blue lights, not traditions. I ask, “Ain’t ya scared?” She shrugs, says, “Fear’s a luxry I can’t afford.” Oof, that hit me harder’n a truck full o’ banjos.

A night at Fillmore East, 1970

I gotta say, Fillmore isn’t perfect. Greasy food joints linger near Dock St. (yikes!) and the sidewalks sometimes got cracks. But hey, imperfections make this town real, raw, and full of love, don't they?

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