Springsteen under B?
In high school, my Friday nights were spent with a group of friends up at a house which hosted an impressively-curated vinyl collection. We would choose an album side each (in rotation, as it were), enjoying the music at some volume. It’s a curious continuance of custom that 40 years later, on the other side of the world, I now meet up with friend Stew every Friday night to play music, only one track at a time now, as we are playing them on a two-and-a-half-hour ‘themed’ music show on community radio (that wonderful Australian system that enables those with deep and obscure interests of no possible commercial or public value to command local airwaves under the valuable support of the Community Broadcast Foundation). Our show draws heavily on Stew’s capacious…