The earworm that keeps reverberating in our heads is the old song “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore.”
“Take the last train to Clarksville. And I’ll meet you at the station. You can be there by four-thirty. ‘Cause I’ve made your reservation, don’t be slow.”
For most of my life I listened to rock ’n’ roll music more than any other genre. That changed in the past year as I have listened to jazz more than any other music.
It is no secret that I love country-rock music. The Flying Burrito Brothers, The Byrds, Poco and, to some extent, Michael Nesmith get most of the credit for creating the genre.