For how much I enjoy and respect Patti Smith, I own far too little of her music. On CD, I have 1996’s Gone Again and 2000’s Gung Ho, and that’s it. I don’t even have Horses yet, which I realize is a major gap, particularly since the time leading into that album is so lovingly […]
In 1988, I am finishing up 7th grade (spring) and entering 8th grade (fall). I’m a middling student who competes in the science fair, is a baton-twirling majorette in our middle school marching band, and a perpetual chorus member in all the school plays.
1988 has me going a bit oddball in comparison to my usual tastes, but a few All-Time Favorite Songs shuffle into the mix. And once again, I realize that Young Me had some rather telling crushes.
Y’all, I seriously hate everything this week. You know? Nothing has gone right. So now I’m here with a glass of wine and some comfort music. Tonight that comfort music is the incredible Traveling Wilburys: Vol. 1.
If this song doesn’t get you up and moving, you’re dead. Now get out your biggest jacket and JAM.