MOVE WITH LOVE by KATHY HEIDEMAN

SKU72761
ArtistKATHY HEIDEMAN
TitleMOVE WITH LOVE
LabelNUMERO GROUP
Catalog #NJR 014LP
Tag
ReleaseW 42 - 2013
FormatVinyl - USLP
 € 23,50 incl. VAT, excl. shipping

Tracks

  1. Bob
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/1_bob.mp3
  2. TelI It True
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/2_teli_it_true.mp3
  3. Stormy
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/3_stormy.mp3
  4. Sleep A Million Years
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/4_sleep_a_million_years.mp3
  5. Need
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/5_need.mp3
  6. Daddy Do
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/6_daddy_do.mp3
  7. Move With Love
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/7_move_with_love.mp3
  8. The Road To Myself
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/8_the_road_to_myself.mp3
  9. The Earth Wont Hold Me
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/9_the_earth_wont_hold_me.mp3
  10. Fine Street Woman
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/m/72761_move_with_love/10_fine_street_woman.mp3

Description

Lodged between a heartbreak and a smoke break, Kathy Heideman's Move With Love wandered off I-5 somewhere just south of Hungry Valley State Vehicular Recreation Area and broke down.At its dusty roadside, cheap truck-stop java flows over plaintive coffeehouse tunes concerning "Bob" and "Need." Her session hand's lanky, echo-laden guitar might've twanged a bit strong for the typical sandal-shoed hitchhiker, who'd have fell harder for Dylanesque grandeur on "The Earth Won't Hold Me." More Bakersfield than Laurel Canyon, and set to walking in 1976 by the one-off Dia imprint in a plain-Jane, black-on-white sleeve, Heideman's lone LP suffered the geographical misfortune of having ripened in the presilicon orchards of San Jose, California, far from more marketable realms-Emmylou's backyard, say, or Joni Mitchell's summery lawn. Heideman herself faded out thereafter, packing her shaken, singular voice into a rustic suitcase, moseying on, and leaping into the moving sun.

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