Giving Thanks To Oleta Adams

Since this is Thanksgiving time, I wanted to share something a little different, a little special.

Last week I mentioned Oleta Adams, the beautifully talented vocalist on the Tears For Fears album Seeds of Love. For me, she's the best part on my favorite tracks "Woman In Chains" and "Badman's Song."

I've always loved Oleta's story. The guys in Tears For Fears discovered her performing at a Kansas City Hyatt Regency during their 1985 tour behind Songs From The Big Chair. Two years later, they invited her to join the band as they recorded Seeds Of Love. She later went on tour with them, opening each date as the supporting act, then staying on stage for the band's main show. (Thanks, Wikipedia.)

Oleta successfully released her debut solo album in 1990. I just found her flawless performance of "Get Here" on Carson in '91. If you don't recognize the title, you will certainly know the song as soon as she starts singing.

We may not be with all of our loved ones this holiday season. But this song reminds us we'll get through this too, and we'll get there when we can.

Thank you all for your support this year!

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