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I can still remember the very first time I heard Sally Oldfield. It
would have been 1985 or so. I was living in Los Angeles and was
taking a drive one weekend up to Santa Barbara. In those pre-CD days,
at least for me, I was limited to what I could find on the radio. So
I was spinning the dial (not literally; I'm pretty sure I had a Scan
button rather than a dial) until I came upon an alternative music
station. And out of my radio came the most amazing voice. I don't
remember which song it was. Might have been
Mandala.
Or maybe it was
Sun
in My Eyes. But whichever song it was, I was transfixed. I
found a greatest hits collection a while later, and then Mirrors. And
Ms. Oldfield's music has been part of my rotation ever since, first in
my CD case and now in my iPod. I'll never understand how such an
amazing and original talent can fail to catch on in this country.
Then again, there are a lot of things I'll never understand about this country.
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