Many thanks to Jason Verlinde of Fretboard Journal for this wonderfully shot and beautiful-sounding rendition of a great song from the back pages of one of my all-time favorite artists.
There are such wonderful subtle touches here. The setting itself, so simple and "home"-like, Browne sitting in a chair by an old desk, the wooden stairs hovering aside and above him. The way the sunlight flashes thru the cracks of the venetian blinds every now and again, casting fleeting beams on the stairway wall or the sheen of his guitar. And, most surely, the world-weary cracking in his nevertheless still warm and resonant voice, an imperfection that somehow just makes these words all the more meaningful thirty years later.
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