When was the last time you listened to Patsy Cline? I sat alone at my kitchen table tonight, eating a sloppy “breakfast burrito” I pulled together with a bit of remnant fridge inventory, with PC’s greatest hits spinning in my living room. To be honest, I think it was probably the first time I ever listened to Patsy Cline and actually knew it at the time. Apparently she’s an impassable blue link on music’s Wikipedia page…which must explain why I hear her voice and instantly think - “the 50s.”
Sitting alone with her tonight seemed particularly John-Favreau-in-Swingers of me. What was music like when there weren’t movie cliches like this to lean it on? Just a thought…
