Times change, and we change a little bit ourselves.
Back in '77, I was way, way too cool to even acknowledge this song's existence, much less make a value judgment about it, much less actually like it. In '77 I was too cool even for Jackson Browne. More commercial acts I was ready to kill with my hands. No, no, for me it was German trance music, Fripp and Eno, Japanese hipsters, Van Dyke Parks, Afro-Beat and Highlife, Italian Alt/Pop, Reggae and Calypso, some Brazilians. I was out there.
Not that I was cool myself. One must be born cool, and I was not. But I was hip there for a while. Cool is a temperament; hip is a lifestyle. Hip is just a matter of paying attention and keeping up with the latest revelations. In my defense, I did actually love everything that I supported, and I still do. That stuff is great.
But so is Billy Joel. There, I said it. This cut is one of my Karaoke hits over here in South East Asia, I sing the hell out of it. By now I love Jackson Browne too, love the dude a lot. I can't believe that I used to think he was maudlin and cloyingly sentimental.
Yes, we change.