Welcome to 2020. A quick music post, since we sort of ended
2019 with music (the Warren Haynes song?). Now, the assumption is that 55-year-old
guys like me are “stuck in the past” with regard to music. “Oh, Coach Pete only
likes Classic Rock” is one of the easiest – and somewhat inaccurate –
assumptions that I hear all the time in The Tent, while the team cues up their lifting
playlist of very dubious and questionable taste. You all think I don’t like it
because it’s new and current? No. I don’t like it because your music stinks!
Holy crap, I’m becoming my father. Sure, I like me some classic rock at times.
But much of my music taste is guided by the best radio station on the planet,
Radio Woodstock 100.1. Yes, Radio Woodstock plays classic rock. But it’s more
the exception rather than the rule. The classic rock is mixed in briefly among
mostly new music, loosely defined in the “Americana” genre. And so it was that
I found myself finding excuses to drive around yesterday afternoon, as Radio
Woodstock replayed their Top 100 songs from 2019. These songs have been my
soundtrack of the past 12 months, when I’m not listening to talk radio, NPR or
podcasts. So while I’ll never change the dial when the Allman Brothers or Led Zeppelin
is playing, I’m more likely to get excited these days listening to the Avett
Brothers, the Black Pumas (what a great new group!), Jason Isbell, Lukas Nelson
and the Promise of the Real, Jenny Lewis, CRB, or perhaps the funniest and
catchiest song of the year, “Chevrolet Van” by a band called The Nude Party. Surprised?
I thought so. As we enter a new decade, this old dog can learn some new music tricks.
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