I don’t know anything about Sheila and am guessing that her brand of 1970s French country-rock may not be my cup of cafe au lait. Then again, I may be wrong and should give her a listen (or not). After all, Sheila has come up with a corker of a record sleeve, complete with cut-offs, wind-blown hair, sun dappled scenery, and a pup that reminds me of Pippin, who joined our family around the time this LP came out.
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