Editor’s note: Hey there, kids. I was really hoping to have something new for you this week, but I’m dealing with some ongoing health issues – nothing major, but enough to slow me down – and work has been kicking my ass on top of that. Instead, here’s something I posted over at the dearly departed Number One Hit Song just over a year ago. I’ve lightly refried it a bit here, but it’s mostly untouched. I promise to have something shiny and new next week.
Dana has asked that I write about my favorite. Favorite what she’s left up to me, just so long as it is indeed a favorite. Oy. As soon as choose one, I feel as if I’ve essentially negated everything else, ad infinitum, in perpetuity throughout the universe. I’ve had all sortsa favorites over the years – favorite songs, artists, albums. I gotta choose one?
OK, here goes: “Like A Hurricane”, by Neil Young. I’ve been able to return to it again and again for almost thirty years now and it still seems as fresh as the first time I heard it. That’s as good a definition of a favorite as anything else I can think of, so let’s go with that.