Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Rock Me on the Water

I was highly critical of Jackson Browne in the 1970s, and I can fall into that pattern even to this day, on occasion. Sometimes it just seems like his heart wasn't in it. Maybe . . . to me . . . I apologize if I'm asking too much.

But on so many occasions he really hit the ball so far out of the park that it was almost miraculous.

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