..when an artist you’ve never even heard of has a greatest hits album featured on the iTunes store.
Actually, that’s not true. I first heard about Dierks Bentley – let’s see – yesterday. Does that mean I’m actually cool?
So I autofilled my iPod today, and I was running through the selections to see if there were any I wanted to replace. And lo and behold:

So I was driving home a little over a week ago. I parked in the driveway, unhooked my iPod Shuffle from the stereo, and went into my house. Everybody was hungry so I started in on dinner right away. Fast forward three hours, and I collapse into bed and fall asleep.
Next morning I go through my usual pre-work routine, right up until the moment when I get the iPod from the right rear corner of my dresser and drop it into my shirt pocket.
But it wasn’t there.
It’s always there! If it’s not there, where else could it be? I figured I had just absent-mindedly set it down somewhere while I was cooking, and that it would turn up.
It didn’t.
I looked in the car, all along the path to the front door, in my jacket, everywhere. No luck.
A co-worker told me there were two things I could try, either of which would guarantee that the iPod would turn up immediately: either loudly accuse a family member of stealing it, and demand they return it or spend all eternity in their room; or buy a replacement.
After a week, these options were looking more and more attractive.
Then this past weekend my son was playing out in the front yard with his friend Nathan, who stumbled across my humble Shuffle nestled there in the grass. It had spent a full week outdoors, in temperatures that reached the low 30s, and had endured at least one brief rain shower.
With some trepidation I plugged it into my stereo, turned it on, and pressed Play.
It worked perfectly. Thanks, Apple!
Normally, I’m not cool enough to listen to new music, but a friend of mine loaned me a mix CD and a couple of the songs were so good I ran out and bought the whole album.
The first song was “Too Hot Too Sleep” by Eilen Jewell, from her album Letters from Sinners and Strangers. “Too Hot” sounds like something from the Fifties, a sultry torch song for that night when you just want to stay up and party. In fact, it sounds a lot like a soundtrack for Sara Gran’s Dope.
The rest of the album is alt-country, and features a nice variety of upbeat tunes and some slower stuff.
The other song, and the one I was particularly mad about, was “Mad Tom O’Bedlam” by Jolie Holland, from Escondida. “Mad Tom” is just Jolie singing while the drummer plays a little shuffle, but it’s electrifying in it’s Beatnik intensity. Oddly enough, the words are not from the English folk song “Mad Tom O’Bedlam” but from a companion piece entitled “Mad Maudlin Searches For Her Tom”.
When I first listened to each of these albums, I really liked Escondida but I didn’t that that Letters did much for me. Now, I’m the kind of person who would wear the grooves off his records (if I had any records), so I’ve been listening to them a lot, and my opinion has flipped 180 degrees. Eilen Jewell’s album has just a lot of different stuff on it – some happy, some downbeat, in a variety of tempos and styles – and so far I don’t feel like I’m finished with it.
Holland’s record, on the other hand, seems to repetitive. Too many of the songs are her singing against barely-there instrumentation, and I didn’t find her lyrics engaging. To me they tended to sound like “Oooh! I’m in the 11th grade!” philosophizing.
But thereare some really good songs on there in addition to “Mad Tom”. “Old-Fashioned Morpine” is pretty good (and gets bonus points for mentioning “Billy Burroughs”), and “Amen” is really good, too. I just like Jewell’s album better.
So I was listening to the radio yesterday, and hear the song “Turn Up the Radio” by 80s hair metal band Autograph. They had a couple of hits and faded into obscurity, but “Radio” is actually a pretty cool tune, and includes these lines, the equal of any penned by Wordsworth or Byron:
Turn up the radio,
I need the music,
gimme some mo’.
Now rhyming “radio” with “some more” might seem like an odd choice, and it inspired a slightly improved chorus (by me):
Turn up the TV show,
I need some Stooges,
gimme some Moe.
Thank you, thank you very much.