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I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory

You're cool and cred like Fogerty
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s
You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
You're the buffet, I'm just the table
I'm a Ford Tempo, you're a Maserati,
You're the Great One, I'm Marty McSorley
You're the Concord, I'm economy
I make the dough, but you get the glory

A great song, from a great CD. Quintessentially Canadian, its likely the first and only time you'll find "Marty McSorley" in a lyric, or for that matter Wayne Gretzky. I bought home town girl (Ottawa) Kathleen Edwards' CD a couple of weeks ago and it hasn't gone far from my CD player since - other than to take it with me and play in the car! Great music, fabulous pedal steel.

Here's what Amazon.ca says:

Kathleen Edwards' Asking for Flowers is her first new album in three years. The album features eleven new songs, all written by Edwards, and finds her performing at the peak of her creative powers, supported by a group of master backing musicians. Flowers tells indelible, clear-eyed stories of hope and resignation, humor and death, unconditional love and brazen inequality. Co-produced by Edwards and Jim Scott (Tom Petty, Whiskeytown), the album features, among others, keyboardist Benmont Tench from The Heartbreakers, drummer Don Heffington (Bob Dylan, The Wallflowers), bassist Bob Glaub (Jackson Browne, Warren Zevon, Leonard Cohen), guitarist Colin Cripps (Sarah McLachlan, Bryan Adams), and pedal steel ace Greg Leisz (Sheryl Crow, Wilco, Robert Plant & Alison Krauss).

And here's her website: http://www.kathleenedwards.com/

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