The Writer's Life: Film & Book Reviews, Observations, and Stories
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Circle Round the Sun

Put salt in my wounds and honey on my lips. Sugar for sugar, I’ll give you salt for salt.

There was no one quite like Leo Kottke. Nor will there ever be again. We went to see him at the Guthrie. No doubt we were high. He probably was as well. He ran his hand over his head and said that some hooligans had cut his hair and then proceeded to play the loveliest 12-string anyone could imagine.

I love this song. It’s played in my head numerous times in the decades following that concert.