Destruction "infernal overkill"

The summer before i entered high school i was all about heavy metal.  I had only been listening to it for a year or two but i was newly grown armpit hair deep into at this point.  My close circle of friends were all hessers too and every so often one of them would show up with a new metal album to show off.  This was before the internet and before metal got any serious media coverage so basically you would go to a record store (the Cavages record store at the McKinley Mall had a sick "metal" section back then) and roll the dice on some record that had a sick band logo and cover art.  I did just that on this #destruction record.  At the time i didn't know that "german thrash" was a thing unto itself.  I just knew the logo was cool and the record cover (a skull being blown apart by a mushroom cloud explosion) seemed like something i wanted to listen to.  Disposable income wasn't a thing for me then, in fact it would take me two weeks of allowance to buy one record (That's 2 lawns mowed, 14 days of dishes and garbage taken out twice). So these records were very valuable to me.  I wanted to love them after all the effort of obtaining them (begging a ride to the mall took almost as much effort as getting the money)  i loved this record right away. Mean and gritty thrash metal.  I was psyched to share it with my buddies. Not a single one of them gave a shit.  My sweat equity demanded i like this album and constantly try to defend it and sneak a tape of it into the boom box in the field where we drank warm stolen beers on a weathered garbage picked sofa. It would always get ejected before it got to the fifth song "bestial invasion". That song being the coup de grace of the whole album.  I mean how many fucking times did we have to listen to "ride the lightning "? I put that song on a playlist at the tattoo shop and it still roundly gets ignored.  It still sounds worth the effort to me. \m/

Lee Fields & the Expressions "special night"

I keep listening to soul music at home.  I hope i'm imprinting on my kids.  I feel like good soul music is a cornerstone for appreciating music in general.  Talented vocalists crooning over technically proficient and melodic music.  While i appreciate a lot of music for being visceral the other emotional aspect that always appeals to me is melancholy (combining those two aspects explains my adoration of suicidal black metal). Soul music has sorrow in spades.  It has the same appeal to me that alot of classic country music does, and while i love some "i'm drinking because she took the kids" songs i prefer when it's backed by a nimble rhythm section.
My oldest son has taken up trumpet in his school band.  I think it's a cool instrument (while my wife would've prefered saxophone, a nod to her grandfather) and his introduction to the horn has caused me to pay more attention to it in the music in my collection.  This CD by #leefieldsandtheexpressions is my current fav of their canon and has some real hooky songs about loneliness and the band (not leastly the trumpet player) is razor sharp and the definition of tasteful playing.  I don't think the boy cares about this stuff when i play it in his presence.  Yet.  I'm hoping these sounds and songs embed themselves in the recesses of his brain not saturated with his affinity for video games and salt-engorged snacks.