Bridge Over Troubled Water

Simon & Garfunkel

I could be here; I could be gone. I cannot sing for ruin.

Play One More

Ian & Sylvia

Is there skin in Tulsa? I'm not talking about suffocation. I'm talking about night, in the short grass. I'm talking about promise.

Latin, Lush & Lovely

Morton Gould and his Orchestra

As the chorus passed, a fire licked at untrained prophecies and divine poisons.

G.I. Blues

Elvis Presley

Have no regard for argument. Gather. Exult in pumpernickel.

Sings Precious Memories

Johnny Cash

Love is too perilous. The unsettled are sent home, collecting trappers and remedies.

Bellies full; bellies up.

Writer

Carole King

Crystalline aliens are unfolding on the National Mall: stranded, loveless, and glum. We promised them bilberries and lava. Slack prevails.

Welcome

Santana

Provisions matter. Knowledge enables; time invents; awe insulates; discord burns. Harmonies intimidate.

Swingin' the Masters

The Explosive Sound of Les Brown and His Band of Renown

Where are you from? I don't mind. I've been shuffled and dealt. Will I be tested? I won't remember. Write the answer down, please, and in time.

1925-1928

Fletcher Henderson and the Dixie Stompers

Rain is the enemy and steam is inevitable. Unhappiness bends.

Industry Standard

The Dregs

I'm swimming in a glassy pool, contending with barbed flotation devices.

30 Hits of the Flaming '40s

Frankie Carle

Great dollops of exclusive, fearsome nostalgia. The rest is not allowed.

Pyramid

Alan Parsons Project

Are we awake or arranged? Do we persist without restraint or posture? A natural move and a practiced move are the same, but they are distinguished. We negotiate, but exhaustion is real. Think of motorcycles and semi-trailer trucks. What is the logic of sleep walking?

Claudine

Claudine Longet

She's laying down with big cats. The smell is overwhelming — cigarettes, orange juice, and some level of joy. Grace, too, but how can she possibly know?

The Groover

Ramsey Lewis

Raw fish with big shoulders; saturated conversation; sailboats and flickering night.

The Best of Sonny & Cher

Sonny & Cher

This history is taxing. Something about intent and cost; something about righteousness and belonging.

I prefer stereo to mono, I think. No, mono. Meetings are planned, but unscheduled.

On Stage - February, 1970

Elvis Presley

Belittle euthanasia. Expect satin milkshakes, Japanese incense, spacious aircraft, easy communication, and real mercy. Possibly turbulence. Contort. Say maybe.

Back to the Roots

John Mayall

I've been extricated from the requisite circles, for cause and without. I've exchanged relevance for relief.

I confuse metabolisms, for cause and without. I excavate blind alleys.

Revolution in Sound

Les Brown & His Band of Renown

Damn this grip! Ballast! Release me!

Wait...what? It's the fumes — this ripple. I'm blurry, and spooked by what's coming. I'm not used to garrisons.

The Girl from Ipanema

Billy Vaughn Orchestra

I'm typesetting a wedding dance between a mother and a son. They're on the Mediterranean. Ma'at is watching. I'm chewing gum.

Kostelanetz in Wonderland — Golden Encores

Andre Kostelanetz and His Orchestra

The eyes of others are not instructive, except in the case of a falling piano.

25 Years of Recorded Sound from the Vaults of MGM Records (Volume One)

Various Artists

Donna Reed is laughing in your face. Where's your hi-fi now? Where's your tobacco now?

Energized

Foghat

It's not the translation, it's the shape and momentum. What is cherry, what is green? I'm no rock'n'roll boy. I sow doubt for salvation; when the children are certain, then, strife.

Any Old Time

Artie Shaw and His Orchestra

I don't need your parties. What are your intentions? Do I need your parties? Not tonight.

Songs of the Humpback Whale

In mid-winter, the wetlands of Massachusetts are animated by meandering cell towers and difficult, gorgeous radiofrequencies.

There's a Riot Goin' On

Sly & the Family Stone

Seek fellowship and protection in the funk. Get up; float on. We are blameless and we shape precious stone. 

100cc

10cc

Bad ideas of the world be free! Gather and thrash and ye shall be healed!

Tryout

Kurt Weill & Ira Gerswhin

I haven't forgotten — you were beautiful and distant. I was shot from a cannon and you were Mickey Finn. Now, you are still beautiful, and I remember. I'm so blasted lucky to remember. 

Whipped Cream & Other Delights

Herb Alpert's Tijuana Brass

This packet is keenly decorated. It's shut and seamless. There's no emergency here; I don't need to know what's inside.

Meddle

Pink Floyd

Arguments can bind, but these devils are afraid of heights. I climb. In silence, I do. And I am grateful.