Sometimes while listening to old, obscure music, you happen upon some fine gems. Just because a tune wasn’t on the Top 40 station within the past five years doesn’t mean it’s unlistenable, whippersnappers!
However, as with all journeys, one risks running into perils involving distasteful subjects, awkward moments, or even human emotions. On the day that I discovered Baby, How Can It Be? I was not expecting to also discover a piece of recording history that would change my mood. I had gone from cheerful to unsettled in the time that it took to simply read the track titles. My good friend, Billy Holiday, was there to comfort me in my hour of confusion and slight need.
Then I drew this comic of our conversation.
Of course, click it to make it the real size. And if you would like to purchase this album for yourself, you can do so at this place. It might just be worth it.

Oh, I so need about four more pages to this review. (I’d use an exclamation point but that key on my keyboard is broken. Wore it out I guess. )