Left Of The Dial

Sometimes, old music that you used to love, seems to lose its spark.

Sometimes.

And then, life gives you back the sweat and desperation that made it all so appropriate and sustaining.

What I've been listening to today:

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I was fortunate to see them twice, once when Westerberg was drinking and once after.  A brightly burning flame, indeed.

Also:  seen Tommy Stinson once, playing with the Figgs.  Another gem.  Also.