I Love Ya Baby

I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to listen to this album and have it make some kind of sense. I even tried giving up on the making sense part and just let it do it’s jazz-fusion thing. It was still just a weird mess to my head. The album in question is Child is the Father to the Man by Blood, Sweat and Tears. It sits at number 266 on Rolling Stone’s list and it makes me wonder how this list was made, which is a silly thing to wonder about because Rolling Stone is pretty up front about how the list was made (a whole bunch of critics and musicians voted). Child did not help me: clean my house, chill on the couch, write a 7-page essay on Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. Those are the recent things I tried to do while listening to this album. It was a distraction each time. Today, I think I found the thing that it might be okay for: driving. I drove home from Gainesville this afternoon and still very much wanted to change the channel, and had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t listening to a channel, but I got all the way through it. In all this I have learned that I like the first full song. It’s called “I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know.” It’s kind of dark and brooding. I like that. I don’t like the rest of it. ymmv