Can't Get It Outta My Head








                A Baby Boomer


       Muses on The Music

In the Beginning of The Boss

The name of this blog is not a throwaway line — I literally can’t get The Music out of my head. (A theme that I will devote a post exclusively to, one of these days. It’s been on the list for a long time, so don’t hold your breath …) Lyrics (mostly, because that’s how I’m wired) and musical bits bob to the surface of my mind, often randomly and seemingly without reason. One of those, surfacing yesterday, was a line from Bruce Springsteen’s “For You,” from The Boss’s first album, Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ. That LP came out four and a half decades ago earlier this year, and was the work that brought Springsteen to my attention, and that of many rocks fans. (But not enough, it seems — it w

What’s New?

What’s new? When it comes to rock and roll, I’m not sure — although there has been a recent effort to, inadvertently and otherwise (advertently?), correct that deficiency. This blog, basically, is about The Music, the tunes of the 1960s and ’70s. But rock didn’t end in 1979, although the fin de décennie disco trend threatened to kill it off. There was good stuff in the ’80s and, less so, in the fin de siecle of the 20th Century. The new Millennium? We need to perhaps back up and ask, what is rock? Is it essentially popular music, or just 12-bar African-American blues interpreted by British artists, imported to its land of origin and reinterpreted again, and again, etc.? But what is the pop

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