Albums That Helped Me Get Through 2020 or Thank God For Music — Allman Betts Band, Bob Dylan, Bonny Light Horseman, Bruce Springsteen, Caleb Caudle, Dion, Gordon Lightfoot, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit, Lucinda Williams, Mammals,
Bob Dylan, Butch Walker, Steve Earle & the Dukes, Peat & Diesel, Songhoy Blues, Drive by Truckers, Bruce Springsteen, Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit, Neil Young, Rolling Blackouts C. F.
Wow – in the 25 years I have been participating in the POOP, this might be the least interesting list of releases. Truth be told, I spent the majority of the year moving back and forth from jazz to classical. More interested in background music than foreground, I guess. Nonetheless, the draw to put down my opinions on paper are too strong to quit now. With that, let’s see what I can eke out from what I’ve heard this year. Buy New or Used via Amazon Rent via iTunes [?] 1. Brittany Howard – Jaime A real eclectic collection…
Don Cohen’s 2019 POOP Favorite Albums: Allman Betts Band: Down to the River Son Volt: Union Robbie Robertson: Sinematic Bruce Springsteen: Western Stars Joseph Arthur: Come Back World Judy Collins & Jonas Fjeld: Winter Stories Our Native Daughters: Songs of Our Native Daughters Gary Clark, Jr.: This Land Sharon Von Etten: Remind me Tomorrow Tom Russell: October in the Railroad Earth JJ Cale: Stay Around Gurf Morlix: Impossible Blue Neil Young: Colorado Orville Peck: PONY Favorite Discovery: Craig Smith Farewell and a Tip o’ the Hatlo Hat: Peter Tork Hal Blaine Roky Erickson Dr. John Leon Redbone Johnny Clegg Daniel…
well that frikkin year couldn’t end fuckin fast enough could it? Lord, what a cruel, cruel joke. a three-hundred-sixty-five-day punchline without a laugh for the little guy. a running obit. everything grey like dickens. duke’s indigo faded to Beijing smog and wildfire smoke. w/o getting deep into the existential weeds, it was a fuck of a year and the election was just the tip of the iceberg. o we fucked that up big time. but I and thousands of others tried to deliver you Bernie, but you went with reality TV. the battle of the two dying white behemoths and…
My Fourth POOP DISC-CLAIMER (disc-lamer?): It’s official. I’ve stopped looking for music by new artists. If whatever is out there is good enough, I’m figuring it’ll find me. As in the previous few years, about half my list this time around is either old stuff or it’s new stuff trying to be old stuff, a trend I don’t see reversing itself anytime soon. I’m not being crabby, mind you. Just realistic. Okay, maybe a little crabby.