Idle Thoughts On Songs About Home

Home, home again, I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
— Pink Floyd

Culture may even be described simply as that which makes life worth living.
— T.S. Eliot

Homer’s “Odyssey” is about man’s struggle against temptation, monsters, and gods in his quest for home. As the foundational poem tells it, you can go home again, provided that you rid it of squatters. Modern songs, no less, express that love for home, either the satisfaction of having found it or the realization that you truly know what you have only after you lose it.

I compiled a few songs that carry that spirit, omitting ones with the word “home” in their title.

Madness “Our House.” Home and hearth figures prominently in English art. It’s no surprise that the now-universal metaphor for home, the Hobbits’ Shire, came from that land.

Our house it has a crowd
There’s always something happening
And it’s usually quite loud
Our mum she’s so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down and a mess is not allowed

The Head and the Heart “Down in the Valley.” This indie folk band shares the road-weariness of touring, and how all the tedium and grind are worth the moment it all comes together at show time.

I know there’s California, Oklahoma
And all of the places I ain’t ever been to but
Down in the valley with whiskey rivers
These are the places you will find me hidin’
These are the places I will always go
These are the places I will always go

Bonus — check out their song “Shake.” Trust + chemistry = friendship. That’s home too. The melody and the video: pure joy.

Dream Academy “Life in a Northern Town.” The song was written as an elegy to a young musician who had died ten years earlier. Its snapshots of a northern English town, filmed for the video in 1985, evoke a cloudy place that as an ice-age European, I find homelike.

NorthernTown2

A northern town

Jason Isbell “Travelling Alone.” Home is where the heart is, as every vagabond knows. Isbell sings about the ultimate state of homelessness, being alone:

Damn near strangled by my appetite
Ybor City on a Friday night
Couldn’t even stand up right

So high the street girls wouldn’t take my pay
They said come see me on a better day
She just danced away

Morrissey “Every Day is like Sunday.” Many of the songs on this list are from England. There is something that cries for rivers of blood about the English people’s ancient love of home, so chronicled in their folklore, contrasted with the present diversity nightmare. The lyrics paint a survivor’s longing for death in a post-apocalyptic landscape that was once a sunny place. The opening vocals in “Sunday” are possibly my favorite of any song.

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come

The Tuttles and AJ Lee covering “Hickory Wind.” Your life’s arc might lead you to “the riches and pleasures.” But should it all dissolve to lonesomeness, your thoughts will turn homeward:

In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin’ me home hickory wind

Lonestar “Already There.” This song was heavily played during the height of U.S. troop deployment to Iraq, obviously meaningful to those who were missing their loved ones:

A little voice came on the phone
Said, “Daddy when you coming home?”

Maybe it’s just my interpretation, but those lines, beginning with “I’m already there,” read like the words of a fallen soldier who had finally come Home:

He said the first thing that came to his mind
I’m already there
Take a look around
I’m the sunshine in your hair
I’m the shadow on the ground
I’m the whisper in the wind
I’m your imaginary friend
And I know I’m in your prayers
Oh, I’m already there

Waylon Jennings “Luckenbach, Texas.” There is at least one industry compilation that ranks it as the all-time greatest Country song. It is about having drifted from home, as can happen between two people…

I don’t need my name in the marquee lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love

… and in the bigger picture, as the song is a call for Country musicians to reclaim their roots:

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Guns N’ Roses “November Rain.” This epic ballad ranks among Rock’s top-five all time greatest songs, with “Light My Fire,” “Tuesday’s Gone, “Stairway to Heaven,” and “Black.” But there is something else that’s special about it. The song’s closing lyrics are a salutary reminder that there is daybreak:

So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
Even cold November rain

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51 thoughts on “Idle Thoughts On Songs About Home

  1. “Sara” by Starship. You have to look to country music to see “homeland” depictions like this in a music video any more:

  2. Floyd, and with that political sap Waters, had some real first-rate lyrics,

    “I wanna go home
    take off this uniform and leave the show … ”

    but come to think of it and coincidentally, which scene in the movie was bedecked with Nazi cartoons.

    *******************

    Bob Dylan said about songs, in his relatively recent and now legendary AARP interview, that if the lyrics aren’t meaningful to you personally, as they are sung and heard, then what’s the point?

  3. Gilmour is the real genius in Floyd. I saw them live a few times, sans Waters as I was 11 at the time in the 80s and Waters had gone solo (my parents are ardent music lovers, concerts if all genres made up a significant part of my childhood). Gilmour’s cradles, caresses his guitar and you can feel it with every note he plays.

    I keep returning to the Madness song, Our House. Such a lovely workaday song, very middle class and perfect in its depiction and nostalgia, and yet ska and proto-punk bands were supposed to be counterculture and very much against this Home nonsense. That was my perspective, at least, as an American tween/Teen with a consistently eroding sense of culture and self.

    I’ve been taking steps to reclaim it, but without support in numbers, it’s hard. I think many artists had the right intentions, but commercial perversion was the death of the message.

  4. Great post, PA. Someone reminded me the other day that as we get older, we long for home. It’s like in our DNA or something. These songs evoke that. As we get older, we get past the stage where we’re trying to make a life, make a living, all the things that we need to “be successful”, and we want to go home. I can see that in my own life – i’m 3-5 years from retirement, and there’s something about home that really appeals to me. These songs bring that out, and as was stated in an earlier comment, and that makes me sad.

    Then, we also see that our homes have changed – thanks LBJ, may you burn in hell. I can’t go home – it’s not home anymore. So then, where IS home? Where we make it? Where our friends are? I don’t know. I pray that my faith is enough to sustain me.

    That formula – Trust + Chemistry = Friendship. Love it. Gonna use that.

    Thanks again, PA.

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  6. Simply, Home, by Joe Diffie

    But more and more I’m thinking, that the only treasures that I’ll ever know
    Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home.

  7. Points for Luckenbach, Texas. I remember the first time I heard that song. Was hanging out with college roommate, we were drinking, playing dominoes. It came on. We were instant fans.

    While it’s more pop rock compared to his other stuff, Ozzy’s Mama, I’m Coming Home is another song about home I recall, but this one is more about reconciliation than anything.

    And for 80s glam rock, there’s Motely Crue’s Home Sweet Home


    Up in lights, fallin’ off
    The silver screen
    My heart’s like an open book
    For the whole world to read

    Sometime, nothing keeps me together
    At the seams
    I’m on my way, I’m on my way
    Home sweet home, tonight tonight

  8. Checklist Madness and Waylon. Both yays.

    That 80s Madness track lead to Nena and 99 Red Balloons which was in that same 80s Euro pop style. Both those songs are excellent jams with talented youthful players.

    Nena was really really hot. Her look was the look that all the best girls were going for. Suzanne Vega of the Bangles achieved that same look in her Egyptian song, but she wasn’t the real thing.

    Nena must occupy some post-modern un-ironic hipster special place in the hearts of Germans of that (certain) age.

    Or have they had to bury those period pieces for their undeniably and oh-so embarrassingly déclassé implicit whiteness?

  9. Gilmour is the real genius in Floyd.

    Gilmour was a great guitarist, but it is the narrative structure of the Wall, which is built around the storyline and the lyrics, that makes that album unique.

    One of his best solos is (of course) Comfortably Numb — but as good as it is, it is matched note for note by the lyrics, which most of probably know by heart. (“When I was a child i had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons, now i got that feeling once again, i can’t explain you would not understand, this is not how i am”)

    Those lyrics were by Waters, were they not?

    So to say that Gilmour is the “real genius in Floyd” is wrong.

    I agree 100 per cent that his single-note “solos” are first-rate.

  10. Gilmour was the musical genius, Waters wrote great lyrics. They worked well off each other, both slumped solo. Waters had that “sneering madman” energy, Gilmour created great melodies. I saw Pink Floyd (minus Waters) at RFK Stadium in DC in 1988, in high school then.

    “Sara” by Starship… ever get one of those “Damn, I haven’t heard the song or seen this video in literally 25 years!” It’s strange to watch anything in English language without mandatory diversity fucking up the vibe.

    — So then, where IS home? Where we make it?

    Home is right here. We just have to remove the squatters like Odysseus did.

    BTW, I didn’t need to look up the songs in the original post, being familiar with them. But I did look up “songs about home” on a search engine to make sure I don’t miss any really apt ones for this post. There are MANY, many songs with “Home” in their title, as I found out. I excluded them just to make things more fun. The obvious one: “Sweet Home Alabama.”

    Nena of 99 Luftballons was HOT.

  11. — both slumped solo

    Not entirely accurate of Gilmour. The 1988 “Momentary Lapse of Reason” has excellent melodies, particularly “On The Turning Away.” And “Terminal Frost” is transcendent. Lyrics are pedestrian though, without Waters’ touch. Derivative off the Animals album in places, flat elsewhere. The 1994 “Division Bell” was musically great, with Poles Apart featuring one of his all-time best guitar solos.

  12. — Miranda Lambert. “The House That Built Me.”

    There is a similar moment in Johnny Cash’ video of his cover of NIN “Hurt,” showing documentary footage of him in his forties or so walking around what I assumed to be his crumbling childhood home. I did something similar in the early 2000s when I visited Warsaw. Walked into my 1970s elementary school. It was evening, but there was some event going on and you could just walk in and were assumed to be a parent. My old apartment was across the street. Walked up to the door, but it being pretty late, I didn’t knock.

  13. “I will try and listen to every song posted heretofore but no, not Counting Crows.”

    He will do anything for love, but he won’t do that.

  14. It is a bridge too far, truly.

    That someone would link to Counting Crows. For shame, for shame.

    Not only is the guy an afro-jew, he is (worse than that, as far as we are concerned), a sap.

    ********************

    However it can probably be said, and as we have discussed before, that afro-jew Adam what’s-his-name, was a savvy celebrity who gave the people what they wanted. All his puke-worthy lyrics about California and the sad scene there, were what other people were feeling. He wasn’t feeling that sad depressed shit, he was laughing all the way to the bank.

    The people: give em what they want. — that is the mantra for the ages

  15. No offense to the commenter above, but i am skeptical that anyone can link to Counting Crows and be serious about White advocacy.

    Counting Crows is about the scene of despair, set in LA County, before returns a glimmer of hope as in getting your shit together — literally (did i tell you about the big satisfying poop this morning?) — and doing something worthwhile in order to hold back the entropy soup that is the modern world and its recipe for race mixing.

    (Yeah, i sure can hit those metaphors. yay!)

    Counting Crows. Get real. Grow up.

    He was the face of Gen X confusion in America, perhaps. He can be discussed as a cultural item as for what it signifies that he was a celebrity and more than that, considered even as an artist in the tradition of speaking for other people and his generation. And his voice in that tradition was about going to California, and which story is eternal and true. But a worn out Afro Jew with a head the size of a watermelon, singing na na na na na na na na yeah without any good tone or pitch. A bunch of lost and hopeless faggots?

    The lost generation, the wrecked generation. I have the best minds torn worn out and fucked up on drugs, and then i met Neal Cassidy and sucked him off and felt better. In that tradition, absolutely, Counting Crows in the morning on the park bench with a double venti from Starbucks. Yeah!

  16. Jim Steinman of I’ll do anything for love, but i won’t do that

    on the other hand, was at least and in spite of his limitations, a real man who sang from the heart.

    But it was a different time, then when you could sing from the heart.

  17. My God, Counting Crows really sucked. You could tell they were sellouts when they slapped Courteney Cox into every music video towards the end, just before their jig was up and everyone got bored with them.

    Anyone remember the 90’s Blues Traveler video that basically mocked their lead singer?:

  18. Jim Steinman of I’ll do anything for love, but i won’t do that

    on the other hand, was at least and in spite of his limitations, a real man who sang from the heart.

    But it was a different time, then when you could sing from the heart.

    And you could still have record companies back you as an over-30, non-dancing white male in the pop music industry.

  19. — He was the face of Gen X confusion in America, perhaps.

    One semi-forgotten signature GenX band from the early 90s is Toad The Wet Sprocket. “Walk On The Ocean” is a good song. At college-age, guys who looked exactly like the vocalist and the goateed guitarist were the default.

    PS: the video “anticipated” the smartphone.

  20. One semi-forgotten signature GenX band from the early 90s is Toad The Wet Sprocket.

    I saw the Toad guy (Glen Phillips) perform here at a small venue about 7-8 years ago in Atlanta, playing under his own name. For whatever reason he started injecting some lib political crap about Glenn Beck, FOX, bla, bla, bla in between sets – and this is back during Obama’s 1st term, before random 24×7 political screech became the norm for libs.

    We were a group of like 8 over-30 conservatives there, we just started screaming for him to STF*U and play his old songs, lol.

  21. When I was a freshman in college all of the “alternative” music was a mishmash of 3 random terms, like “Flat Duo Jets” and “Screaming Cheetah Wheelies” and stuff. Now that young whites no longer care about bands, live instrumentation or any level of abstraction in their music – it’s all just producer-driven, hip-hop influenced bullshi*t.

    I’m still trying to figure out what is so great about Ed Sheeran.

    I wonder how a lot of pre-2010 “alternative” groups are feeling about themselves and the music industry now, with NO ONE listening to them anymore. I’m talking about groups that used to be big, like The Used, Sum-41, All-American Rejects, etc. etc.

    When they notice that they’ve labored in the music industry for years but they’re shunned by the record labels and producers and one cares about their type of music any more, will they be pointing any finger of blame at America’s demographic policies and the Democratic Party’s utter scorn for white males?

  22. — I think many artists had the right intentions, but commercial perversion was the death of the message.

    The receptive nature of the artist makes him vulnerable to persuasion. U2 are a great Celtic band who were attuned to Christian metaphysics, but diverted toward serving globohomo propaganda. (Since I mentioned U2, one of their best but little-known songs is “Bad,” BTW.)

    Sinnead O’Connor is another great Irish artist who was, one or another way, “diverted.” Her self-destructive behavior and hysterical feminism make me wonder what kind of kikery she had undergone. It’s said that head-shaving is an instinctual act of self-disgust that women do (and that men do to women who had disgraced themselves). Makes one wonder about all of the actresses who had gone through Harvey Swinestein that had later chopped off their hair.

    The Cranberries, what I recall of them, stayed clean and that was reflected in the healthy vibe of their songs. I remember their lead singer Dolores O’Riordan denouncing abortion in some interview.

  23. I must have missed where you wanted to omit home in the title. My bad. Here’s a couple make-up songs about being away from home and desiring to go back.

  24. As far as U2 goes, we can view the pseudo-feminist screed “Sexy Boots” as signifying the day that Bono finally lost his last marble.

  25. Don Williams: Lord Have Mercy on a Country Boy (1991)

    A+

    Williams’ physiognomy is similar to that of Red House local Greg Brown. All White and old American and with a large nose. Pete Townsend is another musician with a big nose. Possibly that is a real correlation.

    This following is Brown’s one and only sort-of hit, and as such it is a cliche of a selection. However, the song is about how you can’t go back,

  26. Sara” by Starship. You have to look to country music to see “homeland” depictions like this in a music video any more:

    I think that is true too. I’ve noticed that a lot of contemporary country seems to be something like the early 70s California sound epitomized by the Eagles, Jackson Browne and others of their ilk: a sort-of pop-rock that’s absent any blues element but no longer emanating a hard regional ethnic or geographic component in its music.

    ———————————————————————————————————–
    PA,
    I was sorta surprised to see you put November Rain into your post, given all that NAM iconry and intimacy during the wedding celebration parts; then there’s the whole issue of Slash and his background.

    [for fuck’s sake it’s a good song, that’s all. — PA]

  27. Orthodox,

    I was going to post that one. Great song. It gives me a feeling of nostalgia for a time and place I will never experience.

  28. The receptive nature of the artist makes him vulnerable to persuasion. U2 are a great Celtic band who were attuned to Christian metaphysics, but diverted toward serving globohomo propaganda. (Since I mentioned U2, one of their best but little-known songs is “Bad,” BTW.)

    I like early U2, especially Zoo Station. My favorite is “Fly”

    Since Orthodox beat me to my contribution, my second choice would be “1979” by Smashing Pumpkins, which is one of the few songs from them I actually enjoy.

  29. — I like early U2, especially Zoo Station.

    That was a good album. The die-hard fans who were used to the earnestness didn’t care much for its seemingly frivolous sound. “Stay, Faraway” is a good song on it, along with that Johnny Cash cameo. My favorite U2 album by far is Achtung Baby.

  30. U2 are a great Celtic band who were attuned to Christian metaphysics

    There’s something about U2 that resonates with Irish Catholics like myself.

    When I was in NYC this summer I ran into an Irish tourist at a hotel rooftop bar. Despite our differences, we really hit it off and talked for hours about a wide range of topics that often derailed into whimsical musings, no awkward pauses. He looked like Ewan McGregor when he played Obi Wan Kenobi. As we continued to drink heavily, I could understand less and less of what he said behind his thick accent that was made more opaque by drunken slurring, but found myself just listening to his accent and diction, which I can only describe as musical. I mixed it up with a diverse crowd of professionals that night, including German and Argentinian bankers, but I didn’t quite connect with them like I did with the Irishman and his roguish demeanor. My other interactions with Irish folk abroad have been similar. I remember sitting in a hot springs in Costa Rica with two Irish sisters on vacation together, one a widow and the other divorced. We talked for hours over pina coladas. The conversation was always driven by their innate “gift of gab,” always ready with a turn of phrase or playful lighthearted take on a morbid topic.

    As someone who grew up in the thick of diversity, these types of interactions really stand out in my mind. It is rare in this country, with it’s deracinated diaspora of Europeans, to connect in such a way, to have that type of instant mutual recognition and cognitive compatibility is rare. I wish I could describe it better, but it is probably similar to the experiences you had when you visited Poland. I think it is the reason I so deeply relate to Cormac McCarthy, and it has inspired me to delve more into Irish literature and some day visit the motherland.

  31. This one is for nikcrit, because I’ve been a bit mean to him lately. This one is from Leon Bridges one of my favorite contemporary soul singers. I saw him live in Detroit a couple years ago, one of the best shows I’ve seen in awhile. On some level, this song reminds me of home, but probably not in the same way it does for you

  32. U2 was the biggest band in the world, back in the heyday of the mid-80s through the mid-90s.

    Which period needs its own designation, coinciding as it does exactly with Gen X youth and vigor and the last great White hope.

    ********************

    U2 in terms of every metric, was off the charts singularity. They were it.

    Who else could even be compared to them?

    In ticket sales, perhaps the Grateful Dead had those same levels, but in terms of occupying the headspace of “today’s youth” (meaning the day-before-yesterday’s), it was U2 the one and only.

    U2 straddled the ditch on the one side of which was the great glamorousness of rock-stardom and its money and respectability (and easy women), and on the other side was punk credibility which was essential. U2 was no Warrant; no White Snake.

    They were sensitive and their biggest album was Joshua Tree. Is that tree still around, or did they cut it down? Does it still stand in the California desert and four-and-a-half thousand years old?

  33. Their biggest album being named Joshua Tree, after same, is an obvious clue as to what they thought felt was important.

    And dammit those are rock stars, so it matters what they think (and feel)!

    Back then it was about the environment, and then their concerns morphed into more about the subset of the environment that is teeming masses non-white and otherwise hominid.

    That whole transgression, from the mass of White people’s primary concern being “the Environment” into what it is today which is Social Justice or whatever, and as typified and lead by U2 — a better symbol of these our Times would be what?

  34. My previous comment and the idea that it is getting at, which idea is less than perfectly or even well expressed, can not be let go.

    It is the key to everything.

    We have to care for the Environment in which we live and evolved. If we don’t do that, we are history. (except there won’t even be any history)

    Ed Wilson asks, what kind of species destroys the environment in which it evolved and every other creature in it too. Because that is what we are doing.

    Science guy (real ones) have quantified the rate at which unique species are being killed off, and it is today a thousand times (1000x) what it was a hundred years ago. Eddie Boy also says that there will be a tipping point, at which recovery is impossible, and that we are near to it.

    At which point the environment in which vigorous Life and Beauty can thrive is a lost cause.

    My point has always been that people, and more especially sensitive White people, feel this in their gut the same way as did Galadrial at the opening voice-over to LoTR. She felt it in her bowels (do High elves poop then?) and also smelled it in the Earth. So they were leaving these Shores.

    That is the whole point of that metaphor, is that we are losing our Home.

  35. We have to be Stewards and in our place. We can still hunt, but we have to evolve with respect for God and his creatures the Animals.

    There was a meme of Trump’s sons “hunting” in Africa with dead leopards and their guns, and that was used by his opponents to paint those two boys as serial killer lookalikes and otherwise insensitive right wing republicans.

    And on the Right, some were defending those two boys, and others were not so much.

    Going no a safari and killing a leopard, and dressing the part with slicked back hair.

    The physiognomy of both those two, is not the best that White America has to offer. Not even close.

    The cliche that they both looked American Psycho, was dead-on. There is something in their souls that is missing. And in their case, i would bet against ten-to-one, that that missing piece is not their amputated genitals because Trump’s maternal background is directly European so he is not the same stupid American as Joe Blow. But even so, his kids have beady eyes.

  36. Speaking of U2, they had that Martin Luther King Jr. song “In The Name Of Love,” projecting Christian martyrdom motifs at the degenerate. The manufactured myth of MLK is unraveling with the release of declassified FBI files. No news to anyone who had listened to his contemporary detractors.

    “Latest JFK Files Expose Martin Luther King as a Communist, Sex Deviant and Fraud” — The Daily Stormer:

    https://dailystormer.ws/latest-jfk-files-expose-martin-luther-king-as-a-communist-sex-deviant-and-fraud/

    It’s also no surprise to me that the news is passing with a collective shrug. Way back, some 5+ years ago on OneSTDV’s blog, I’ve been saying that nobody post-Boomer gives a damn about MLK.

  37. — When I was in NYC this summer I ran into an Irish tourist at a hotel rooftop bar. Despite our differences, we really hit it off and talked for hours about a wide range of topics that often derailed into whimsical musings, no awkward pauses. (MGE)

    I enjoyed reading that comment. Here is my Irish story. It’s from my military service in Korea. As a bit of background info, American military personnel mostly kept to their bases or to a single drinking/shopping district in Seoul. These were the early 1990s. Don’t know how it is now but back then, you’d rarely see a non-Korean outside of those environs. An ocean of Korean faces everywhere you look, who in turn looked at me with curiosity when I ventured out becuse they were not used to seeing non-Koreans.

    On the rare occasion you’d see a fellow White person out in the city, you’d know he’s also in the US Army by his familiar mannerism, fastidious civilian dress style, and by his military haircut. The thing to do would be to nod to each other and move on.

    So I was out in Seoul by myself (in civilian clothes) and two young White guys my age approached me in a friendly way. I knew right away that they were civilians by their hair, and they spoke with a non-American accent. They were Irish — specifically from Northern Ireland. I knew the deal, which is to not tell a foreigner who approaches you even the most innocuous thing about the military. We walked through the city in the general direction of our respective subway stations, having a lively conversation. Mostly about their country — they had very strong opinions about the sectarian conflict — along with their normal curiosity about America, and all kinds of other things. I had a great time talking with those guys. We clicked instantly. Maybe it’s a Euro-Catholic thing.

  38. On the rare occasion you’d see a fellow White person out in the city, you’d know he’s also in the US Army by his familiar mannerism, fastidious civilian dress style, and by his military haircut.

    In college the girls would always make fun of when the groups of military boys came into town on Friday nights to hit the bars from the base 2 hours away.

    The one thing that made those girls laugh to no end is how the military boys always had their shirts tucked in, even if wearing sweatpants or shorts. LOL

  39. LOL, that’s exactly what I meant by “fastidious civilian dress style.”

    Always the tucked in t-shirt (usually something cheesy from the PX) or the try-hard cowboy/country look.

  40. elk: then there’s the whole issue of Slash and his background

    Wait, what?

    I just noted the slight irony of Slash being a halfrican and receiving the amount of consideration he did here via ‘November Rain,” a GnR song I consider a failed attempt at signature-anthem supergroup immortality a la ‘Stairway to Heaven.”

    I’m still pissed at the neglect of Glenn Campbell, the most significant country obit this year, at last night’s CMA show.

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