Category: Song of the Day

If you're three weeks into a relationship and haven't been ghosted, you're probably good for at least another month. Three weeks is long enough for your current interest to make a thorough background check on you, including the requisite stalking on social media and...

Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet. -- W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human...

When I get up in the morning, I go right back to bed again. I feel best in the evening the moment I put out the light and pull the feather-bed over my head. -- from Either/Or: A Fragment of Life, by Søren Kierkegaard Søren Kierkegaard, a man who believed that the goal...

This week the universe was gifted with a new Royal Baby. The kid is seventh in line of succession to the British throne. Which means that, if the Black Death makes a comeback and wipes out the six winners in front of him, or if he goes Old School on us and poisons...

The squatting tenant men nodded and wondered and drew figures in the dust, and yes, they knew, God knows. If the dust only wouldnʼt fly. If the top would only stay on the soil, it might not be so bad. -- from Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. 'Little Bit of Rain,' by...

If you've been planning to blow out your speakers just one more time, but were waiting for the right song to come along and do the honor, I have good news: your wait is over. Dial up 'Flowers' by Farrow and the Peach Leaves and... Crank. It. Up. I'm talking turn it up...

Reborn by the Sunshine's 'Who I Am' is honest country music. The modifier should remain unspoken; if it isn't honest, it isn't country. But these days the two words are connected by an ever-fraying bit of binders twine. I'm not talking about 'Old Town Road,' which is...

All at once Jukes understood he would have to go.'Do you think she may?' he screamed.But the wind devoured the reply, out of which Jukes heard only the one word, pronounced with great energy '...Always...'-- from Typhoon, by Joseph Conrad Jukes clung to his captain,...

From where I stood I watched them recede in the frame of the roadway, between the Moorish house and the Lombardy poplar. Then the little sedan boldly swung past the front truck and, free at last, spurted up the shining road, which one could make out narrowing to a...