The '60s rule, of course, since no decade in Anglospheric popular music was richer or more creative. I say Anglospheric because great stuff came out of the U. K., Canada, and Australia. I don't know about New Zealand. But let's not ignore the cream of the '70s. Full enjoyment of course requires proper synaptic lubrication. I'm having me a Jack and Coke this Saturday night. Just one. A generous shot of whisky is good; ten shots is not ten times better.
Jackson Browne, The Pretender. This great song goes out to Darci M who introduced me to Jackson Browne. Darci was Lithuanian, and it's a good bet she still is. Her mother told her, "Never bring an Italian home." So I never did meet the old lady. I encountered no anti-Italian prejudice on the West coast whence I hail; the East is a different story. The closer to Europe, the closer to Old World prejudice.
Running on Empty. A great road song. There's nothing like the open road of the American West. Big sky, lambent light, broad vistas, buttes and mesas, railroads running, truckers trucking, ballin' the jack one more time to the End of the Line. Get out there and see it before it's gone or you are too old, one.
Gerry Rafferty, Right Down the Line
Baker Street. This was a big hit in the summer of '78. This one goes out to Charaine H and our road trip that summer.
Dave Mason, Only You Know and I Know
All Along the Watchtower (2013)
Roy Buchanan, Sweet Dreams
Patsy Cline, Sweet Dreams (1963)
Written by Don Gibson
Orleans, Dance with Me
Abba, Fernando. I first heard this in Ben's Gasthaus, Zaehringen, Freiburg im Breisgau ,' 76-'77. This one goes out to Rudolf, Helmut, Martin, Hans, und Herrmann, working class Germans who loved to drink the Ami under the table.
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