For the first time ever, I kept a running tab of the best of every month:
It’s not everything I read/watch/listened to. Just the stuff I dug.
And? I had this big idea that I’d peel back through all those, dither and negotiate about which is actually my favorite whatever of the year. But what I’m right-now finding? I like to remember better, on the idea that if it was good, …
I know, I know: this ever really HAPPENED? Apparently so. This isn’t some Mandela Effect thing, and we’re nowhere near April. Not sure how I never knew about this, but glad I do know. And, yeah, the song here’s maybe a little guitar-shy, but still, the video’s nothing but fun:
I found it in this excellent little write-up:
Not that industrial rock (if that’s that term) album that turned up a while back, but a different arrangement (not sure about that word either) of a song I really thought I knew. It’s like that slowed-down “Born in the USA”—you hear the song all over again for the first time. Pretty excellent. And? Back when Waylon died, this was when we all still had answering machines with actual little micro-cassettes in them. Mine that day was stuffed full, ever…
I forget who says it, but a while back someone was talking about how the good singers and musicians and actors, they can always do pitch-perfect impressions of their contemporaries. Maybe comedians too? Bet so. Actors, of course. Anyway, just stumbling upon this, from the year I was born. Merle, man, he so had everybody down. Like, dangerously good. And then it rolls into the usual star-studded medley, which makes me smile and smile and smile . . .
Very cool, what Boden’s doing. You know him from the covers of Three Miles Past and Sterling City:
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That time when this young unknown artist opened for Rick James. Please look at what he wrote in the “position” section. #HeKnew #tbt pic.twitter.com/vMljMGYLdi
— COMMON (@common) September 14, 2017
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