There are reasons, dear reader, why I don’t often burden you with my opinions on music.
One, I’m not an expert on music, certainly not on the cutting edge, if I can miss the release of a new album by a music legend, a veritable national treasure of a singer-songwriter by over a month.
Two, my perspective is a bit bent if, on learning that said national treasure’s new album included a cover of a song made famous by Kermit the Frog, I immediately ran out to the nearest Wal-Mart at 11 PM to get the album. I would hesitate, for quite a while, before suggesting that my musical taste is something anyone else should rely on.
Three, I’m not generally into the “what I ate for dinner” navel gazing scene, as the folks who rode me out of LiveJournal on a rail for insisting on journaling about things of substance can attest.
So, this post is not about how “Crazy” I am, or what a great album Songs is, though I obviously am and it definitely is. It’s not even a comment on my age, though my reference to an ‘album’ shows it. Rather, this is another comment on Why Capitalism is Good. I was able to run out to Wal-Mart at 11 PM and purchase this CD and for less than $10.