Today I went on yet another car ride with the employment specialist across the county to follow up on jobs I know I'll never even be considered for.

Stop being negative, she says. Bah. I've spent 15 fuckin' years with Voc Rehab and despite spending years in college completing 2 degree programs, holding several intern and volunteer positions over 3 years during and after college, I still can't get a single god damned employer to take me seriously.

Some Albums really stood out for one reason or another, but never seemed to get the recognition they deserved. There are others that I just like to play every once in a while.

Bob Dylan's "I Shall be Free" published in "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" in 1963 included the line

What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays, Martin Luther King, Olatunji?

Hey, it's songday. I pick a song that I believe warrants it and publish an assortment of the covers of that song by various persons and or groups. Pick a few that are new to you and have a listen. It is also, of course, an open thread to talk about anything you feel like.

Today's song is: Candyman

Mississippi John Hurt

Okay, the first shot, I fluffed the focusing with the new camera, but I like the saturation.

The second shot I took during my 'Industrial Period' which lasted approximately 5 minutes.

The third shot is of Purfleet, working hard again.

Nothing too spectacular this week, just noticing the changing trends and acceptance of female musical artists in the last 60 years.

The Top 10, 60 years ago, Feb. 23, 1957