A great start to Tuesday morning! Mail call, and among all the real estate flyers, I spy the dreaded federal government envelope. My spine stiffens. Now what?? My brain spirals. Normally I would ignore it for as long as I reasonably could, barely avoiding jail time or another envelope with a nasty reprimand. The only thing worse than the first notice…..is the second. Coffee in hand and perched on the edge of my seat (literally), with great trepidation I open the envelope.
Rolling Stone Magazine recently released their latest ‘list’, “The 100 Greatest Songwriters” rollingstone.com). Let me repeat that title, “The 100 Greatest Songwriters”. Their descriptive line states “From Brill Building tunesmiths to Punk poets, from Woody Guthrie to Max Martin, the visionaries who defined music history.”
The whole process of growing up seems to take forever when you’re at the start of it. It feels like years, not months, between Christmases, and there’s always a milestone you’re looking forward to – getting into high school, getting a driver’s license, getting old enough to legally drink.
“Don’t worry, boys. We’ll weather this storm of approval and come out on the other side as hated as ever.”
–Saul Alinsky
It is entirely possible, what with the Rolling Stones cranking up their We Really Ought To Know Better Leisurely Shuffle Tour and the hype for whichever the pop-tart of the moment we can’t escape on the radio and are supposed to be downloading (and whose name we’ll all be struggling to remember in six months) that you may have missed that Donald Fagen has a new record. It’s called “Sunken Condos.” It “dropped” (as nobody says with a straight face) on October 16. Nine songs, 44 minutes. Two years in the making.
Bullseye Records of Canada
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