Flatten the Hay

9/21/2020 Excited to share this one today. This is from an odd little musical duo called The Duckworth Lewis Method, which consists of Neil Hannon from The Divine Comedy (one of my favorites) and Thomas Walsh of Pugwash (I've yet to hear one of their albums but I've heard they're great) Both Irishmen, these two musicians formed TDLM to create an album about Cricket (the sport, not the bug lolololol) The band has released two records, a self-titled 2009 album and a follow up from 2013 (which I've yet to hear) Anyway, today's song is called "Flatten the Hay" Thomas Walsh takes lead vocals and the song is about a longing for playing Cricket in his youth. This is a funny, but good record.

I hope you enjoy the song here's what it sounds like:


I think you are really neat and I thank you, as always, for reading my blog. Hugs, Brady

I'm Writing a Novel

 9/14/2020


It's been awhile since I've blogged about Father John Misty.  His 2012 album "Fear Fun" is one that I fell in love with immediately.  

Today's song is probably my favorite from that record, it's called "I'm Writing a Novel" and it's great.  


I read somewhere that FJM (real name Josh Tillman) took a ton of mushrooms and drove all over the California coast and wrote this record, after first being inspired to write a novel.  Whatever happened, the experience produced some good music and I've enjoyed it much since discovering it.


Here's the song, enjoy:

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Dear Future Husband

    9/7/2020


Happy Labor Day!  This tune by Meghan Trainor has been going through my head a lot lately.  She's an endearing artist to me, I like her style and I consider her a decent role model for my daughters, even though they've kind of outgrown her music. 

So, here's "Dear Future Husband" from Trainor's 2015 album "Title"  I can't believe this album is already 5 years old.  Catchy music indeed.   







We spent labor day camping in my parent's back yard.  I'm bad at camping, and I hate it.  But I did it anyway, and I hope my kids appreciate me for it.


Hugs, Brady