The first few months of any given year often feel a little slow for new music to me, especially during a pandemic when album release cycles are out of whack, live venues are shuttered, and most normal social activity remains in stasis. I haven't been to a live show in over a year. Maybe that's why I've been feeling a little introspective and nostalgic lately, like Clark Griswold in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation locked in the attic passing time by digging through old heirlooms and home movies. For me it's thousands of albums accumulated over three decades and reacquainting myself with old favorites. I heard somewhere that most people don't explore new music too long past their teens. Apparently their tastes calcify and the stuff they liked in high school or college is pretty much it, forever. That hasn't been the case with me but it's probably true that the bulk of album...
My life in music. . . .