Sometimes you pick up an album just to satisfy the ear worm you can't get rid of. Now to be upfront, the first album I bought from Donnie Iris was his 1982 release The High and the Mighty - an album I found about a year ago, and I played it a few times and enjoyed myself - but as I sit here listening to Back on the Streets I can't recall any of the songs from it. This isn't really a shot, it's more reflective of my under developed sense of object permanence. I have the same problem trying to remember more than a couple of the songs off the three Tommy Tutone albums I have - and I like those albums. Other than "867-5309/Jenny" and the forgotten hit from their debut "Angel Say No" I couldn't name another song. All of their albums were decent, just not especially memorable. Unless a song gets buried deep into my subconscious there's a good chance I'll more often than not experience a wonderful groundhog day moment when I play an album I...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget