After Tony Bennett died ten days ago, I wandered through the 2,500-odd posts I published between 2007 and 2022 at on my now-deleted blog, Echoes In The Wind , looking to see what I had ever written about the man. It wasn’t much. I highlighted a few of his tracks in several posts looking at a particular year or at covers of a particular song, but I never wrote much about the man himself. I think that Bennett was one of those artists who are so well-known, so huge, that it’s hard to write anything new. All we need to do is listen to the tunes. But I did find one piece from 2018 (I’ve cleaned up a few things and expanded a few others): I ran an errand the other day for the Texas Gal, something so routine that I’ve forgotten what the errand was, but it brought me near the new home of Uff Da Records, St. Cloud’s only real record store. So I spent some time leaning over the CD tables. Much of what I saw fell into two categories: Stuff I already had and stuff that didn’t inte...
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