In 1992 I bought my first CD player and three CDs. One became a favorite: “History” by Loudon Wainwright III. A witty, misanthropic singer-songwriter, father of Rufus and Martha, great performers in their own right. Most of the songs were about his family, what a rotten job he’d done of raising his kids, how bad his relationships were with his loved ones. Very cathartic, setting the scene for a great reconciliation.
I bought his latest album last week. Subject matter exactly the same. He really needs to move on.
Here’s one of the new ones. His lyrics are always worth a good listen.