Sun Apr 1, 2007

When we drove home from Florence and emerged from the Mordor mists of western North Carolina, I heard a song on the UNC-Asheville campus radio station, which I quickly glossed for the Clancerian audience as one of these cheeky young bands who try to emulate, as it were, the AOR/ADR/DMSCA/PSCDWEEF/ (examine Christgau for explications) sound of various seventies enthusiasts.

The fey whiskeyboned dj soon told us it was from the Marshall Tucker corpus—A New Life, I believe. Cue end of “Araby,” yet again.