I’m still reading Out of the Vinyl Deeps and loving it. I can’t imagine what it would have taken for a young-ish woman to write about how music made her feel in the New Yorker in the late-sixties and early- seventies. The magazine has always had a pretty stuffy image, and I’m so glad Ellen Willis wrote stuff like this in it:
One day, sometime during Creedence Clearwater Revival’s banner year, 1970, I was feeling depressed and confused about music, politics, writing, and almost everything else that was important to me. In an effort to shake off the mood, I stacked all five of my Creedence albums on the stereo and danced to them, one after another.