Soft Rock & Me

Sometimes, I un-ironically listen to soft rock from the seventies (Steely Dan is very much excluded from this category, being one unto themselves.). My mom’s music. It is not that bad, marimba solo in Starbuck’s ‘Moonlight Feels Right’ notwithstanding. In some ways, the seventies soft rock was a better mirror to the weirdness of theContinue reading “Soft Rock & Me”