I hope everyone stayed cool and safe on the 4th. While preparing this post, I discovered a post I was actually planning to share yesterday for Independence Day. Now I face a true crisis: do I post it in a few weeks and hope nobody notices, or do I put it in storage for an entire year like some sort of patriotic heirloom? Decisions, decisions.
Poor Cooper is not a fan of firecrackers, so I had to crate him for a while last night as the neighborhood enthusiastically reenacted several famous battles. Every boom seemed to confirm his suspicion that civilization was ending.
And I sure as hell did not stay up to watch the Washington, DC fireworks. At my age, choosing sleep over explosions isn't a sign of weakness—it's wisdom.
Time for Peacock Gospel Sunday. Sometimes it feels like I've accidentally joined a peacock congregation, and honestly, I'm quite satisfied with that. I was not able to find a lot of information on the Sunset Travelers, other than the fact that they seemed to have a revolving-door membership policy. If you stood still too long near the group, you may have ended up in it.
I did learn, much to my surprise, that soul singer O.V. Wright was a member at one time, which definitely caught me off guard. Every once in a while, these rabbit holes actually lead somewhere interesting. Unfortunately for those hoping to hear him, he was not on this particular release.
I managed to record a few 45's yesterday, including this one. And, in what may be the most shocking development of the weekend, I found the Jackie Wilson and Chi-Lites 45 quite quickly. Anyone who has ever watched me search for a record knows this borders on the supernatural. It's on the recording docket for today.
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