This week, a lot of the news has been All Hillary, All The Time, but still I have some other interesting tidbits to report. Let’s get started:
My Aim is True is a great album, but yes, I did buy it because it’s the one with “Alison.”
In certain circles, what I’m about to admit may amount to sacrilege: I’m not that familiar with Neil Young. It’s time to rectify this gap in my musical knowledge.
Dionne Warwick produced by Burt Bacharach and Hal David? And she covers one of my favorite songs, George Harrison’s “Something?” Sign me up.
My love for The Jam is massive and unyielding. Paul Weller as the tobacco-saturated, post-punk frontman, Bruce Foxton as the rambling, grooving bass player — I fell in deep for their songs upon first listen. Because of my age and because of my geography, I didn’t appreciate The Jam until around 2007 or so. During the mid-Aughts, I decided to explore the tributaries leading to my favorite ’90s British bands. I’m so glad I did.
Like Susan Orlean, Sarah Vowell tends to write about subjects that, at first glance, don’t seem all that interesting to the layperson or to one not already obsessed. While Orlean tends to bounce around topics – orchids, Rin Tin Tin, bullfighters, etc. – Vowell remains interested in writing about American history. Saying that it is the closest thing she has to religion, she gleefully travels the country in search of oddball museums, historical burial sites, and every unnoticed plaque.