Self-Care

I've been trying to write a post about *waves hands* all the shit happening in our country at the moment, but every time I start, some new monkey feces gets thrown at the wall by the gleeful fascist gibbons running the place and I have to formulate a new theory. Let me note for the record (for at least as long as the internet remains plugged in) that I think we're deeply fucked for at least some period of time - not so much because of that those in power are doing, but because the response of the opposition party and media has been and continues to be so abjectly inadequate to meet the moment. 

Bygones.

So instead, a bit of artistic good news to keep the content train moving while the good monkeys bang away at keyboards for your amusement. Jason Isbell's first solo record in 10 years, Foxes in the Snow, will be released on March 7. Here's the first track from the fully acoustic album to hit the free world, "Bury Me". It's stripped down storytelling, very Isbell, and very good.

Sleepy Sunday Mood Music

New Isbell just dropped, and I can't think of many better ways to spend a Sunday than by digging deep into it. 

Rolling Stone calls Weathervanes "a brutally beautiful songwriting peak". Pitchfork gave it a 7.5, and notes the record's "sun-bleached vibe". Axios says it's an "album that resembles one of Isbell's live shows, where he often turns the room over to his bandmates." 

I've heard most of the songs at least once. There's resignation, and wisdom, and anger mixed with sadness ("Save the World" was written about the Uvalde massacre), and Isbellian wordsmithing. We'll start you off with Middle of the Morning, which is when I'll roll out of bed and start digging in.