Winter is coming. The forecast this weekend is for a bazillion feet of snow, mixed with ice, hellfire, toads, and the yaws. Time to batten down the hatches.
The downside of this weather is that I don't get to take my daily walk. I always do three miles, listening to my latest audiobook. Given extreme weather, icy streets and whatnot, winter walking can be sporadic at best. I've only managed to listen three times this last week to my latest audiobook. It's hard to keep track of things at that pace. An hour a day, on the other hand, is perfect. Even more perfect (a linguistic impossibility) was my 45 minute driving commute back in the day; you can consume a lot of content in an hour and a half.
Music (audit division): "One Hour Mama, the blues of Victoria Spivey" from Maria Muldaur is the latest to pop up. I have been a Muldaur fan since her first solo album. I remember a colleague, who had just purchased the record, waving it around in his office and waxing poetic about it. In these pre-internet dark ages, that was about as close as one got to knowing what to listen to. So I bought it, and I've been listening to it, and all her other albums, ever since. This one sounds like it was recorded in the 1920s, which is absolutely perfect. And there's no irony in it. It's a real loving tribute. Muldaur is nothing if not a music historian. I've seen her live a few times when she's traveled to the East Coast, and always enjoyed her shows. And I've also been surprised that they are only sparsely attended. Her voice has mellowed over the years, but she's still there.
Muldaur is one of the few artists on total replay all the time in my audit queue. I listen to one of her albums, then put the next one at the end of the queue, and so on into infinity. If you're new to her (the heresy!) start with her first album.
For your enjoyment, a classic performance: The Work Song "Backs broke bending digging holes to plant the seeds... "
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