I’ve got some things going on right now, but I’m not quite ready to share anything yet. It’s part of why I’ve been so neglectful of the Jukebox lately. When I’ve got things on my mind, my first instinct is to retreat into myself. My second is instinct is to prove that denial ain’t just a river in Egypt. But I am working on stuff. Just not blog stuff.
So I’ll give you this sublime little bit of Doo Wop from the Orioles. It’s one of those songs that seems ordinary until that moment when the sky opens up and it reveals itself to hold the potential of the universe (you’ll know that moment as soon as you hear it). It’s something I never would’ve heard at all if it hadn’t been for the equally sublime writing of the great Greil Marcus.