Billy Bragg and Wilco’s Woody Guthrie album from 1998, Mermaid Avenue, is currently the music that calms the Baby’s savage breast.* Probably not the audience they were intending, but they’ve certainly got my eternal thanks, along with my sanity, hearing, and nursing abilities. For your in-stream edification, ye who do not wish to click away:
*Speaking of breasts or not, I keep seeing this everywhere misquoted as “savage beast.” Seriously, people? Is it the word “breast”? Or is it that savage and beast go together so well? William Congreve would be so disappointed in you.