come all you pretty fair maids
who flourish in your prime
be sure to keep your garden clean
let noone take your thyme
my thyme it is all gone away
i cannot plant anew
and in the place where my thyme stood
its all growed up in root
in june comes in the primrose flower
but that is not for me
i will pull up my primrose flower
and plant a willow tree
oh willow green willow
with the sorrow mixed among
to tell this whole wide world
i loved a false young man
– jean ritchie
A week of repairs. Repair your body by sleeping, a ripped jacket by sewing, and most of all: your own honor. By rising above.
DANNY MASTERSON: Can we talk about your newfound fascination with the motherfucking banjo? You’ve become a banjo maniac.
MERCEDES HELNWEIN: I’m fascinated with blues and old-timey music, and I’ve always thought it was such a beautiful instrument. I bought one and I didn’t know how to play it for years. About two years ago I really began learning how to play it. Since then I’ve just been sucked in.