Magical Mystery Tour: pop music as an essential nutrient
Over the last several months, life has been complex, challenging and weird. Friends and family and others signing on to trains of thought and channels of political action that seem wild and incomprehensible. I’ve been glued to my podcast app (Pocket Casts) seeking to find and download the latest episode of what I always hope will be the explainer that illuminates. “Help me make sense of this steaming pile of something-other-than-nourishment”. Alas, as I found myself on the road in July and nowhere near the place where live music was for me a daily treasure chest (New Orleans), it’s been rare for music to enrich my life. In my home (either our Condo in New Orleans or our small travel trailer on the road), we don’t have ambient music on. If you want it, it’s got to go into your ears with buds or headphones. And as I said, Ezra Klein or Sam Harris or Marc Maron or Kara Swisher or whomever are much more likely to be on my playlist than the new Bruce Springsteen album. I r