Some news:

I'm still around but got things in reality land going for me that has taken away my attention to the music world.

I see that Erin Moran passed away at age 56 from Cancer and Scott Baio being a total prick about her death.  His time is coming.  Jonathan Demme, famed movie producer passed away Wednesday Morning, he was 73.

Ann Coulter canceled her Berkeley appearance bitching about fucking liberals the cause of that.  As far I know she's full of shit and yet we continue to give her attention.  And I just gave her/it more attention too. Sorry about that.

I've been asked time and time again, about  the future of Record World as my band projects are taking taking more time and attention away.  There's projects with The Townedgers, acoustic jams, whatever comes to mind.  Minor league baseball is underway, I don't watch TV all that much but am aware about how well the Chicago Cubs are doing.

I look at the ratings and still shake my head.  Blogspot is sadly outdated but there's nothing I can do about it.

If there's any thing of note, I'll continue to post things. But life is just beginning once again.

And hope things are going well for you dear reader.

A review from Robert Christgau:

Brad Paisley: Love and War (Arista) If you believe the only country superstar ever to record a pro-Obama song owes us an anti-Trump song, you're not getting it—not exactly. What you are getting is the antiwar title track, a John Fogerty collab that unites Iraq and Vietnam—and also, by extension, Syria and whatever else they got. And toward the back where the Christian gesture is usually tucked away you're also getting an anti-hate song that decries the evil done in God's name in both "the darkest prison" and "the largest church," because after all, "God is love." That'll do, doncha think? This is easily Paisley's strongest album since American Saturday Night—not a bum track, loaded with good jokes (including, after several failed attempts, one about the internet), hymns to marriage haters will hate because they don't have what conjugal love takes, and, word of honor, a fun Mick Jagger cameo. It begins with something called "Heaven South," which one kind of hater will dismiss as escapist piffle but I say is Paisley's way of telling another kind of hater to quit feeling sorry for themselves and be grateful for what they got. It ends by reprising the same song. A

Body Count: Bloodlust (Century Media) There've been other Body Count albums in the quarter century since "Cop Killer" put a police bull's-eye on the pre- Law and Order Ice-T's back. But it took Donald Trump to revive Tracy Marrow's active interest in the metal band he assembled with his Crenshaw High buddy Ernie C. back when he was a hot rapper. In this year of the rock protest song, there hasn't yet been a lyric as bitter, complex, and powerful as "No Lives Matter." From the lead "Civil War," set in the present and let's hope it remains a fiction, to "Black Hoodie," less hard-hitting but wider-ranging than Vic Mensa's "16 Shots," you feel both a mind at work and an entertainer putting himself across. In the title track, Ice includes himself in the humanity whose propensity for murder he's been going on about. In "Here I Go Again" he concocts a horrorcore fantasy so gruesome he figures most people won't want to hear it twice and bets some sickos will put on repeat. A MINUS