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I used to have a friend who made fun of the music I loved, from Jackson Browne to Chris Whitley to Leon Russell. I felt sorry for her. She missed out on tons of classic music, songs that would stand the test of time and be passed from generation to generation.
I don't remember not loving Jackson Browne. His square jaw, gentle face, and straight dark hair formed my ideal image of a man from childhood. His music has always been part of the soundtrack to my life, including songs he wrote for other musicians, like "Take it Easy" (with Glen Frey).
I woke up this morning humming his poppy 1982 hit "Somebody's Baby," but it's his lesser-known "Fountain of Sorrow" playing now, from his wonderful 1974 album Late for the Sky. His clear voice still gives me chills.
Song for a cold, gray winter day:
I don't remember not loving Jackson Browne. His square jaw, gentle face, and straight dark hair formed my ideal image of a man from childhood. His music has always been part of the soundtrack to my life, including songs he wrote for other musicians, like "Take it Easy" (with Glen Frey).
I woke up this morning humming his poppy 1982 hit "Somebody's Baby," but it's his lesser-known "Fountain of Sorrow" playing now, from his wonderful 1974 album Late for the Sky. His clear voice still gives me chills.
Song for a cold, gray winter day:
| Jackson Browne - Fountain Of Sorrow .mp3 | ||
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