We’ve got a Whitman’s Sampler for you this week. Sweet, sour, nuts, no nuts — a little bit of everything. Hopefully, something to snap your taste buds to attention. [Some of these albums have been out for a while, but as you may have noticed, I’ve been gone for a spell.]
Alternatively, metaphor-wise, if you know your Ecclesiastes (or your Footloose), we’ve got a time to laugh, a time to weep, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
Here’s the gamut …
Let’s round ’em up.
That falsetto, though. Shivers.
There are many paths available for the future of music to take. If it wants to choose this one, I’m totally okay with that.
A Texas spin on classic blues rock. But set in the future. Sci-fi southern rock!
PJ Harvey and Billie Holliday drinking bourbon among the willows. Spooky and mysterious.
Lo-fi indie folk with a heart and a sense of humor. And a rubber chicken.