this album came out in 1970, fifty-six years ago, and I'm almost sure my mother bought it. We never listened to it a lot, except for maybe Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and for some reason They Call the Wind Mariah. You'd have thought Pop might have liked the True Grit theme, but I don't remember him ever listening to it.
I don't know why it entered my mind tonight, except that I seem to have suddenly experienced a sort of mind-emptying existential dread that's scraping out the bottom of my brain, the result of being involuntarily away from home and family for seventy days and suddenly twigging to the reality of the fact at midnight and feeling every inch of the distance, both physical and psychological.
