Top Left:
Song Of The Day
This comes from a number of places. It's always inspired. It only occasionally gets noticed.
Middle Left:
Reggae Record Of The Week
This is a lead balloon, but I did it because a couple of kind souls said that I should. Crickets.
Next:
Jazz Record Of The Week
Again, another kind suggestion. Again, no one seems to care. I might as well highlight "Condiment Of The Week." Maybe some piccalilly or chow-chow would stir some interest. This is dead air.
CHAT BOX:
That's no one's fault. Some days it works. Most days it doesn't.
I WANT YOUR RECORDS:
That link has been implemented for years. I've had three people contact me since 2021. My business is over. But you already heard that tale.
Top Right:
The Best Thing I Listened To Yesterday
I loved this idea. It was MY idea, but still, it seems to still confuse a few people. Sadly, only a few people ever say anything about it.
Today's Cover Version:
I guess readers like this because I see the songs on their blogs. You'd never know it though on these pages.
(See: Hat Tip)
Now Playing:
This is turning into a better place than Burning Wood. There are only a few of us commenting, but it seems sincere. It's fun, at least.
Help Is Not Mandatory:
That seems to be the one thing everyone agrees on. That button never gets pushed. But hey, it's NOT mandatory. But neither is agonizing over this fucking place. I'm tired.
I've posted about power pop, heavy metal, reggae, New Orleans funk, swamp pop, prog rock, classic rock, jazz, glam, soul, zydeco, punk, thrash, hip-hop...there is something for everyone here. Yet at best, activity tops at a B minus. Most of the time it's a very quiet and discouraging D.
I've dug deep, trying to find music that might excite. I can't just post about the ten worst Dylan songs or the five best Stones songs about morphine simply to rile people up for comments.
This is a difficult time for many of us. I understand. But this place is supposed to be a respite, not just for you, but for me as well. If it fails to be that, then I have no need to try so hard or care as much.
In other news, I took a fall this morning while crossing Ditmars Blvd. My shopping cart hit a snag
in the concrete. It toppled forward with me right behind it. People
literally stepped over me and my boxes, which were strewn about in the middle
of the street. Not a single person offered a hand. I think that was a sign.
You're on your fucking own.
Peace out.
