Angel Olsen's version of Bobby Vinton's "Mr. Lonely" applies the weight and tension of the present moment to a classic song. I can picture her singing it alone in a spotlight on a dark stage, all of us hushed and humbled in the audience, more than a few tears dotting our faces. I've played it on repeat this week, a heavier week in American history than any I've lived through, and it seems to grow in force with each listen. "I wish that I could go back home," she sings, and so do we.
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Day 81: Isolation
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