It is over.

That was a pleasing and sometimes stirring selection of songs, often bearing an aura of quality about them.

Now to look back at the thread and see what everybody else made of it.

I shall give it 4 stars.

Nightjar wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Is this inspired by that song that tells you to wear flowers in your hair if you go to San Francisco?

Isn't it about some disaster where hundreds died from and eruption of scalding baked beans?

I thought that was The New York Mining Disaster.

I may be confusing various songs and historical, regional disasters.

There was definitely a thing where a tsunami of molten molasses erupted in Boston and billions died (most from eating too much molasses).

I remember us doing that in school and not understanding it because I didn't know what molasses were.

I was sceptical.

Perhaps even sceptical.

However, it hung together better than I expected.

Also, after the profound mediocrity of the main event, it was a playlist comprised of five actual, proper songs, with actual, proper beginning, middles, bridges and endings and with sung words in.

So...

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Nightjar wrote:

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Is this inspired by that song that tells you to wear flowers in your hair if you go to San Francisco?

Isn't it about some disaster where hundreds died from and eruption of scalding baked beans?

I thought that was The New York Mining Disaster.

I may be confusing various songs and historical, regional disasters.

There was definitely a thing where a tsunami of molten molasses erupted in Boston and billions died (most from eating too much molasses).

I remember us doing that in school and not understanding it because I didn't know what molasses were.

I don't think I found out what they were until I got the Internet.

Baked beans?

I thought they were the slips that very old ladies put on the arms of their armchairs.

Isn't everything?