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I don’t really consider it a particular accomplishment to know all the words to a song. In fact, I’d happily give up some of the space currently being used in my brain as song-lyric storage if I could consistently remember how to spell avocado or where I left my keys. The truth is that I…

I have a terrible habit of taking songs that I love and putting them in regular rotation on my iPod, or using them as the ringtone (or worse, the wake-up alarm tone) on my phone, and it never fails that, over time, I grow very very sick of them.  This is a worse offense than tiring…

Instead of choosing a song that reminds me of Memphis, I’ve decided instead to pick a song that reminds me of my family home.  In particular, this song reminds me of waking up on Sunday mornings and getting ready for church in my childhood and young-adult years. Mine has always been a church-going family. In…

Before I reveal my pick for a “song that reminds me of someone,” let me say a little bit about the someone in advance. My “someone” is not just one of the best best friends in the whole wild world, not just any grossly-underappreciated poet and philosopher, not just any garden variety wunderkind, not just any…

As I’ve said many times before on this blog, the four essential ingredients of a great song (in my estimation) are three chords and a sad story.  I think I’ve always had a particular affection for sad songs, one that has only grown over the years, and my guess is that if I made a…