Sinéad O’Connor got so weird and political that I stopped paying attention to her music after awhile. 2000’s excellent Faith and Courage is the last record of hers that I’ve paid any attention.
‘Whomsoever Dwells’ is the second track from her 2007 double album Theology to show up as a Random Weekend Song of the Day. And it’s as delicately lovely as the first, ‘Rivers of Babylon.’
Superfruit, the most talented 2/5 of the a capella group Pentatonix, continues to release entertaining YouTube videos.
I don’t have the patience to watch most of them, which appear to contain as much dialogue as singing, but I’m a big fan of their medleys.
Sometimes I have very practical, and selfish, reasons for picking a particular Song of the Day. Today’s selection is a fine example.
When I add new photos to the blog, the upload screen displays the most recent 28 additions. I have set a goal to always have a photo of Beyoncé among those 28. This week, the only remaining Beyoncé picture fell out of the mix. By presenting this song, and photo, I keep Ms. Knowles up front for at least another four weeks.
Every time I hear a Jimmy Buffett song, I instantly wish I lived in a beachside trailer, making enough money selling seashell art to keep my boat in good repair.
I’d eat what I caught with my rod or my nets, and drink something cold from a can or the blender. I wouldn’t wear a shirt unless I was expecting company, and even then I wouldn’t bother buttoning it. I’d wake with the sunrise and laugh at the tourists with a circle of friends just like me.
Brad Paisley took a massive hit to his credibility, not to mention his album sales, with 2013’s Wheelhouse.
The harsher blows were due to the ill-advised crapfest ‘Accidental Racist,’ a stab at racial harmony (performed with LL Cool J) that turned out laughably bad and, ironically, a bit racist itself.
But the album’s lack of chart success (relative to Paisley’s astronomical sales numbers up to that point) wasn’t the fault of ‘Accidental Racist.’ It was a sign that Paisley’s increasingly experimental, envelope-pushing approach to country music had finally alienated a sizable portion of his audience.
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