This will seem like a weird comparison, but I look at Carole King’s 1971 Tapestry as the female Graceland. If the latter is the best album ever recorded by a solo male artist, this is the best album ever recorded by a solo woman. I guess you could say those two albums are the king and queen of my musical kingdom.

It feels odd to write that because it’s not as if I play Tapestry constantly. It’s probably been more than a year since I’ve given it a full listen. But if somebody stops going to church for awhile, that doesn’t mean they stop believing in God. And considering that music and movies are my only religion, maybe that’s as apt a metaphor as any.

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