With news that JB is playing this middle of Brooklyn King’s Theatre in September, it is as good as any excuse to give the man a spin. This late period, romantic dream is everything Browne does best, reminds me of an ex, and the “solitary nature notwithstanding” line still hits home – A
The Love Bug – George Jones – Wayne Kemp, country journeyman, wrote it and George Jones got it right; a smashing, lighthearted romp with love is a disease undertones riddling into the perfect lick. Jones vocal is a masterclass in Williams generation country singing.
In 72 I was 14 and a way too short and baby like a boy to be anything but seldom taken seriously enough by that baffling other sex and Browne, who certainly was taken seriously enough by that other sex, lived out worlds of love and breakups and sad smile ladies standing and staring miles away with eyes like windows to another age.
My Stunning Mystery Companion – Jackson Browne – His last great moment, finds Jackson at a melodic high water mark with a cracker band and a guitar so tuneful it could bring tears to your eyes. Also, it reminds me of an ex and a future I reached – A+
