It’s been a tough last few weeks, for many reasons. It’s disappointing that one of the first things to suffer is my writing, whether on one of my projects or here on the weblog. I’ve been on two trips and have taken a grand total of zero worthwhile pictures. That means I’ve been unable to even post that. (It didn’t help that the last Photo Challenge didn’t really resonate with me. This one doesn’t much either – I’m not a fan of collages.)
So I’ll fall back on the old reliable Music Carousel for today, while I have the energy and focus to do one. I’ve been getting through the rough spots with music, and several times have had a series of artists from the 1970s stuck in my head. Here’s a few of my sonic support structures that have helped me thorough the past few days. It’s not over yet, either.
Carole King – It’s Too Late
Tapestry is a giant of musical history, and is one of my personal favourite albums.
Fleetwood Mac – Rhiannon
Fleetwood Mac was one of the supergroups of the time, with Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham eventually becoming stars in their own right.
Don MacLean – Vincent
It sounds kind of cheesy today, but Vincent spoke to the trapped artist in my soul when I was a kid. It hurts (emotionally and physically) when you can’t let the artist in you out to play on a regular basis.
Roberta Flack – Killing Me Softly With His Song
Amazing voice. No, this was not a Fugees original.
I think I was in love with her at one time in my youth. Her voice is instantly recognizble. She played drums. I’ll listen to her sing anything. One of the most tragic stories in music history.