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  1. Hace 2 días · Traveling Wilburys were a British-American supergroup active from 1988 to 1991 consisting of Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison and Tom Petty.They were a roots rock band and described as "perhaps the biggest supergroup of all time".. Originating from an idea discussed by Harrison and Lynne during the sessions for Harrison's 1987 album Cloud Nine, the band formed in April 1988 ...

  2. 27 de abr. de 2024 · Apr 28, 2024. #6. had to. get real Gretsch in there somehow. "American drummer Jim Keltner in a London recording studio, June 1971. He is working on American blues singer and guitarist B.B. King's album 'B.B. King In London'. (Photo by Estate Of Keith Morris/Redferns)" and maybe my favorite Keltner besides Josie is George Harrison's "Sue Me Sue ...

  3. 26 de abr. de 2024 · The One and only, who first played with Bob in 1971

  4. 15 de may. de 2024 · I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.”. ― Stephen King, The Gunslinger.

  5. 28 de abr. de 2024 · Happy 82nd Birthday to Jim Keltner! Thread starter John DeChristopher; Start date Yesterday at 5:55 PM; This site may earn a commission from merchant affiliate links like Ebay, Amazon, and others. Yesterday at 5:55 PM #1 John DeChristopher DFO Veteran. Double Platinum Supporting Member. Joined Jun 3, 2013 Messages 2,678

  6. 9 de may. de 2024 · The lyrics of “My Fathers Son” speak to the complex relationship between a father and his child. It delves into the feelings of a son who, despite his efforts, feels disconnected from his fathers love. The song is imbued with a sense of longing, mixed with a tinge of sorrow, as the son desperately seeks affirmation and ...

  7. www.halinastjames.com › post › my-father-s-faceMy father's face

    1 de may. de 2024 · It was much like any other Sunday morning. I was cooking eggs for breakfast. While the eggs fried, I absently scrolled through my messages. One caught my attention. I opened it... and I burst into tears. This is happening three weeks before I am due to leave for Poland to meet, for the first time, my birth father’s family. My mother had left my father, Stanislaw Zebrowski, when I was 4 years ...