26 September 2023 newsletter music albums
Some changes are afoot here on foofaraw, I’ll save that news for streaming variability though since more people receive that… and it’s coming very very shortly so keep your eyes peeled. Or don’t, I don’t care, I’m not your mother–I mean, can you imagine, that would be awful–to have to put up with you… ughhhhhh
I might be Petey’s biggest fan. I discovered him first through Instagram and the extremely odd, but extremely up-my-alley skits he does there (and I assume TikTok). To make things even better, he makes killer alternative rock music and is from Chicago. I mean, what else could you want. This record is terrific and you should listen to it. No, like now–click that link and just do what I say for once. Jeez. Like pulling teeth out here to give you some sonic ewnjoyment. Your ears will thank me later. Probably. Maybe. Who knows, what’s even happening right now. I can’t get myself to stop typing at this point and we are all worse off for it, but the fingertips keep clacking away and here we are, like 30 words later and the word salad/vomit keep coming.
Haven’t dug into this one yet (even though I’m quite late to this newsletter), but I figure Teenage Fanclub should be a fun listen.
I mean, Buddy Guy is a blues/rock legend/god making this live album from 1975 one of the easiest things I’ve ever had the pleasure of recommending. I’ve seen Buddy Guy live a few times over the last decade and he still shreds like no other. And lastly, even though he is considered a legend, he is still underrated, imo.
This has been sonic vibrations.
Unfortunately, I just got to witness the Cubs blow a six run lead and continue to hurt their wildcard chances. So I’m going to go wallow in my feels with some incredible live recordings of the one, the only, Buddy Guy.
As always, stay sane,
—humdrum