The two hundred and thirty-seventh album: #237 John Prine - John Prine
Country folk isn't entirely my thing and it's hard to ignore those instincts when listening to this album, which goes all in on that and makes me feel vaguely uncomfortable as a result. It's all a bit too maudlin and a bit too twangy to work for me, a bit too morose to make me want to connect with it. Even the song I know most, Sam Stone, doesn't work for me in this rendition. It's one of the situations where I don't see the appeal of this music at all.