Thursday, June 25, 2026

The Blossoms - Lover Boy/My Love Come Home

I’ve been spending more time with the blog lately, which is either a wholesome creative outlet or a very elegant way of avoiding everything else on my to-do list. I tell myself it’s a positive distraction from the busy-ness of work life—and honestly, I’m sticking with that story or at least that’s the official position until a committee is formed.

Every now and then I wonder what retirement will look like in a few years, and the vision is clear: me, still chaotic, just with more daylight hours to rearrange the chaos. I already have a hard time staying focused on weekends, so clearly, I’m in training. Some Saturdays it feels like I’m moving one pile of 45s from one side of the room to the other, which gives the impression of progress while carefully avoiding the risks associated with actual progress. Then there’s the pile I need to lovingly clean and set up for my one-man listening party—attendance is low, but the host is enthusiastic- an event with excellent music, flexible start times, and a guest list that has never once caused trouble.  

Sometimes I find something in an unsorted and not yet excel documented box and manage to astonish myself, which is a nice trick when you’re the one who put it there in the first place. It really says less about discovery than it does about my filing system, a concept I use in the loosest possible sense

Man, I love these little platters. Take today’s pleasure: I posted a Blossoms 45 last year—Darlene Love incognito—and once again the credits do not disappoint. David Gates, later of Bread fame, was out here writing teenybopper songs before he set sail for the yacht rock waters of the ’70s. And naturally, Jimmy Bowen and Ernie Freeman are there too, providing that reassuring industry evidence that no one was simply guessing- they gave it that official stamp of “yes, this belongs in your soul.” These girl group sounds don’t just resonate with me, they knock on the door, let themselves in, and start rearranging the furniture quietly making it clear I no longer have full control of the premises




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