I like story songs in old-fashioned language. I’d love an album of Quint’s songs…you know he had a thousand of ‘em.
“Farewell and adieu, to you fair Spanish ladies…”.
I’ve been on a ferocious Creedence kick the past 2-3 weeks (happens about 4-5 times a year), and the Green River and Bayou Country albums (1969, both) are both on repeat play in Apple Music.
I never get tired of John Fogerty’s voice/phrasing/inflections. Dude could sing the Wendy’s menu and I’d be all “YEAH!! Tell me about those burgers!”
