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Day Three Hundred Twenty (Year Two)

Tonight is my favorite Saturday night of the month.  I closed tonight, I open tomorrow, and we got new in-store plays last week.  Here's what I ended up with:

Sounds Of Summer - The Beach Boys
Nobody Knows You - Steep Canyon Rangers
Sun Midnight Sun - Sara Watkins
Mischievous Moon - Jill Barber
My Head Is An Animal - Of Monsters & Men
A Wasteland Companion - M. Ward
The Absence - Melody Gardot
Graceland - Paul Simon
The Only Place - Best Coast

There were a couple of other records I tried to snag, but the tracks didn't import, and I didn't feel like messing with it at the end of the day.

Finally started listening to the new Beach Boys record today.  I'm four songs in, and am absolutely loving it so far.  The harmonies are still there after fifty years.  The lyrics aren't all that deep, but then again, they never were in the first place.  The music and the songwriting are still top notch, though.  It's good to have Brian back in the fold again.  I never in a million years thought that he and Mike Love would be able to bury the hatchet, but it seems as if, at least temporarily, they have.

I haven't checked tour dates or anything, but it would be fun to see the Beach Boys if they would come anywhere near the DSM.  God only knows how expensive tickets would be, but it would be fun.  They were, after all, my first big name concert ever.

A good day today.  Hopefully tomorrow builds on it.

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