I could listen all day to BR-549 singing “Sweet Betsy from Pike.” I just love the way they say “Betsy” compared to all the other words in the song, which they let breathe naturally–first growing great big and then fading away.
But they sing “Betsy” like two short spikes of poetry.
I just like it.
I get used to hearing my name like it’s just something ordinary. But I love hearing it poking out like a tiny spur in a sweet song.