![]() ![]() And it had been too long since I’d spent time with Scott Joplin’s opera “Treemonisha” the relevance of its poignant, resilient finale, “A Real Slow Drag,” gave me goosebumps.Īnd then came Cat Stevens. Similarly, both Sun Ra and the Shaggs found their way back from the nether regions of my stacks and into regular rotation once again, each now making more sense than ever. The magnificent gospel compilation set “Goodbye, Babylon” from 2003 bathed me again in its heavenly glow every time I put it on, making me wonder why I’d ever consigned it to mothballs. Foolishly, I’d dismissed Randy Newman as a Hollywood lightweight, but a return to the sharp, subversive danger of his 1974 album “ Good Old Boys,” and the more recent “Dark Matter” from 2017, reminded me of his particular genius. ![]() I’ve deliberately reached for albums with which I have distant, uncertain relationships, producing new revelations. Part of this process for me has involved a careful survey of what is literally on my shelves, which includes an ungainly collection of music housed on old media: vinyl, CDs and cassettes.
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