As the saying goes, those who can, do; those who can’t, critique. There’s nothing that would delight me more than being a rock star and making amazing music that changes people’s lives. But that’s not me.

So, instead I listen to all the music I can get my hands on. And I have cultivated some serious musical snobbery that is ideal for the web. So, look for my reviews of albums going back the last two or three decades (mostly two). I won’t really be reviewing things I don’t like at all, so all albums will have redeeming value of some sort. And I won’t review with “music” words like melody, harmony, or whatevs. I’ll mostly talk about feelings and moments – like what albums are best for crying alone in your room or singing and bouncing around in the car. I am not at all qualified for this job.