Brandi Carlile’s new album, The Firewatcher’s Daughter, was a shock to me. I don’t think I live under a rock but perhaps I do because I don’t think I’ve ever heard of her before. So, while working at my desk, I started to snoop around the ITunes store as I normally do. She just released this album a couple of days ago so it’s on the cover page. I clicked on it for some reason. The song titles looked intriguing. The reviews were phenomenal. I sampled “Mainstream Kid,” and in two seconds it took me back to 70’s classic rock. Mean, angry, fast. Janus Joplin is back – and her pants are on fire. She has 20 gallons of talent in a brass jar of bees and honey. Don’t know what I mean? Listen to that song. I’ve heard many artists in my nearly 50 years – many of them amazing. She puts most to shame. She apparently has several albums – I don’t care, I just want to listen to this one over and over.