A few years back, I spent an entire summer listening to Loudon Wainwright’s A Live One on repeat. One of the first posts I ever made on this little ol’ website, which was amazingly over a year ago, was about that album. Since then, I’ve posted several odes to Mr. Wainwright’s “Raffi for adults” style and after lying in bed with Unrequited and a belly full of s’mores last night, I thought I’d share some more this morning. Loudon’s a waspy, self-depricating Bob Dylan trying stand-up.
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