I keep falling hard for new albums. Long may this contunue.This morning... Mildred. No, not Yootha Joyce. Morrissey acolytes. But Oakland, California's finest. That's saying something. There's always plenty happening in Oakland, California. But today it's Mildred. And their latest record Fenceline.
It's neat, reflective Amerucana.A little bit Sulver Jews. A little but Whiskytiwn. A little bit Mildred. 'Driving out to the orchard for a weekend job.' Down avenues Lined with memory and regret. And happiness. Laughter. With life.
It reads like well written Short Stories by Raymond Carver or John Cheever. Like a sit down meal with life veterans. Survivors. Refugees. Makes me feel like watching Sideways again. But I'll keep on listening to this. It's Sunday morning.. And this is beautiful.
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