Evie -- Gentle Moments

Before there was Amy there was Evie. I became a fan of both of them at around the same time. I grew to love Amy more though, and collected all of her recordings since I found her in 1980 #stillcollecting

Evie I always enjoyed. I had just a few of her records. Yes, records. This was way back in the 70s and 80s. Gentle Moments was one of my favorites.

Remember this track list?

Give Them All For Baby (For Bobbie) Broken Up People Part the Waters I Don't Have to Worry You Got the Power Waiting Shepherd of Love Meet Me Here Pass it On I purchased this from iTunes this week. I'm looking forward to getting reacquainted with these songs that my heart remembers. What records call to you through the decades?

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