Somewhere between minternational's last one and John Reuben, lies the period of my life when I discovered music. I'd had bits and pieces and a fad of rock'n'roll prior to this, but somewhere around 14 years of age it started to take on an importance almost equivalent with books, as I wasted my formative years hidden in my bedroom. Listening to new stuff on Radio 1 (all of which would now only be played on Radio2!), joined the tape library and started obsessively pirating tapes, borrowing albums (likewise ripped off), all started here.
But this one I bought because I really liked it, and arrived home with the album.
There was something eery about the piano riff, and compelling about the virtuoso playing; the album seemed to waft warm American plains-country into my stuffy room; and the subject matter was really the first inkling of something which is now a big interest: slavery, the slave trade, the civil rights movement.
So here it is: redolent of the warm summer evenings of my youth!
And while I'm at it, I'd also recommend Across the River.
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I cannot but agree with your taste on this one - really superb song and performances. Spinetingling from the first listen.
You conjure up a teenage scene that is so reminiscent of others', mine included. Have bedroom, have music, will sulk...err, sorry, reflect (on life and the deep issues of acne and girls).
And 3 albums and they were gone. Hornsby went off by himself to do solo material, and I've never heard it - though it looks like lastFM has got some of it, so now's my chance...
Although I've never had that big a thing about girls with acne. Does Natasha Beddingfeld have it then?
I simply couldn't possibly comment on that one - !!
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