Black Sabbath playing “War Pigs” live. Still one of the greatest anti-war songs. (That drummer, folks. They don’t make them like that anymore.)
I love vinyl records too, but you know what’s cheap and plentiful for the person who wants to own their music? CDs. My local record store had a huge selection but half price books and thrift stores have just as many with even lower prices. And CD players are cheaper than record players right now.
Now spinning: Beach Boys compilation “Endless Summer.” Not my usual music but it caught the attention of my teenage daughter. I came into the room and found her taking a video of it playing.

Now spinning: the Abyssinian Baptist Choir led by Professor Alex Bradford. Liner notes by no less than Langston Hughes.
Sometimes I remember. Sometimes I feel the magic.
Amen, Parker.
I’ve been listening to Colter Wall’s “Western Swings & Waltzes and Other Punchy Songs” on repeat for days now. This is proper country music. Favorite song: “Big Iron”. Rachel (who is the real country music fan in the family) thought she had heard it before and figured out it was a cover of Marty Robbins. Superior to the original, in my opinion.
Three songs so miserably sad it’s hard to listen to them more than once:
- Keith Whitley, “Don’t close your eyes”
- George Jones, “He stopped loving her today”
- Jason Isbell, “If we were vampires”
Others that fit the description?
Some music from this evening:
“The first commercially-available CD (Billy Joel’s 52nd Street) was released forty years ago yesterday.” And today, by coincidence, I bought a CD for the first time in many, many years.
Last night’s concert, the good and the bad
Last night we went to Red Bicycle Hall in Madison to see John Moreland. Not the best experience. The sound mix for John Moreland never seemed right: too loud, even roaring sometimes. Unpleasant listening. And I suspect it actually was the mix because Moreland’s music is usually pretty chill. Also, several people were acting like idiots, talking loudly, moving around. Even the staff was being distracting! It felt more like “a bar that happened to have live music” than an actual concert.