One of my old subsitute teachers loved her. He had this heartbreaking story to do with her music.
>Rewind 30ish years
>My sub teacher (let's call him Mr C) is living in the swiss alps
>Meets qt swiss girl
>have tempestuous relationship, proper television drama shit
>he loved her so damn much, but he loved walking alone in the mountains, drinking. He said it's the epitome of freedom
>She would scream at him, she thought he was going out and cheating on her
>one day he comes home
>a cassette tape is on his pillow, she's packed her stuff
>It's Joan Baez's "Diamonds and Rust"
>ff to my school years
>Mr C used to play country and folk music in class, he really didn't give a fuck.
>One day he tells us this story
>(bear in mind Mr C was a no bullshit, terrifying teacher who made kids cry)
>He puts on the song
>"If you promise me diamonds and rust/I've already paid"
>He bursts into tears and leaves the room
He died this summer, he had cancer. He was the first person to show us around the school, and he was the only real person there.
