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\nMy first boyfriend was super into Graham Parker, and basically introduced me to his music. He was a constant in our (super unhappy and stressful) “household”. It was my brother, though, as always, who contextualized Parker for me, who got into Parker in an intellectual way, a let’s-break-it-down way, because when you are obsessed with something, you want to know why, you want to find the words. <\/p>\n
In 2019-2020, I posted my brother Brendan’s music essays from his old blogs. It started with his 50 Best Albums<\/a> list. I’d post one entry every Monday. #4 on his very interesting list was Graham Parker’s 1979 album Squeezing Out Sparks<\/i>. (Those words always make me wince, considering what they mean in the context of the song of the same name.)<\/p>\n And so I’d love to share my brother’s words on the subject of Graham Parker, the man and this album in particular.<\/a><\/p>\n \n