Eight Tracks IV

After I published the latest apoplectic.me post in August, Paul commented that

the new music in 2020 hasn’t caught my ear yet. Nothing like last years Jaime by Brittany Howard, which I loved. I also fear we are about to get some not very good quarantine inspired music coming our way.

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Paul’s made Fiona Apple sad. Bad Paul.

Amid the huge static roar of distraction that was 2020, perhaps it’s unsurprising that there’s something out of time about my Eight Tracks of the year.

Join me, won’t you, on a journey to a place that isn’t here in a time that isn’t now. It’s gotta be better than this, right? Or, just hit up the Spotify playlist.

[ Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter for a bonus track .]

Gotta start with a track from the album that came closest to soundtracking my year – RTJ4.

Someone saw these goofy guys at the top of my Spotify 2020 summary on Facebook and just went –