It’s Beef, for Sure, but it ain’t Beef Stew.

At present, I have a beef with the current state of music. Anyone who reads this JournaBlog (which means me, and…um, me) knows that my love of music is serious and out of this world. So, when I go through the radio stations while riding in the car, I usually find myself dismayed. Where’s the good music gone? What I’m hearing (before quickly changing the radio station) is weird, profane and largely uninspiring. It’s depressing.

But is there a light at the end of this ridiculous tunnel?

Yes, and this light’s name is Adele. Adele is a 20 year-old Brit singer who has lyrics and melodies that thrill me. I listen to her every day. I wrestle with going against the budget and buying her album on itunes. I scour her website to find out if she’s coming back to this area, being that I missed her when she last came. I watch clips of shows were her songs were played. This young woman is absolutely incredible. The Winehouse comparisons have been made, of course, which is unavoidable, being that they’re from the same country. But to me, besides being countrywomen, the only two things that bind them are songwriting prowess and tunes that will be played over, over, and over again.

In the upper right hand corner will be songs by Adele. Since no one reads this JournaBlog anyway, I’ll listen to ’em.