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Rating: There are artists you know you appreciate, always, without ever having that boundless and irrational love you feel for others. Springsteen loves him musically. And I love Springsteen musically, so to speak... But I have never loved Browne (and here Aristotle doesn't work...).
But when everyone, absolutely everyone speaks well of an album (although certainly not on TV, please...), then acquiring it, listening to it, studying it is a must.
Just as it's mandatory to dust off the entire discography, say the necessary "mea culpas," and discover pearl after pearl.
And ask yourself why you didn't love enough this lanky guy with the jet-black fringe. Arriving at ruthless conclusions with yourself, with your adolescence, which inevitably drags along personality cults together with unjustly presumed anti-cults of personality, how to say, "weak."
And Jackson Browne, when the comparison is, I don't know, with Springsteen or Prince, it's obvious that in the eyes of an excited fifteen-year-old, the lanky fringer disappears.
With age, fortunately, there is time and opportunity to reassess everything, including and especially your own ideas.
In this recently released live album - but recorded some years ago - JB is, as always, in great shape: the voice feels no time, the guitar is perfect, and even the (millionth?) execution of the great classics still and always manages to excite. Moreover, here, his fellow travelers shine.
With Lindley (I confess, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, so far a complete unknown to my eyes & ears) there exists an ancient connection, resurrected in installments and with very high results.
This is undoubtedly the best of results.
The album is rightfully and wonderfully minimalist. Few instruments, perfect and synthetic vocals and harmonies, no extreme virtuosity but simply the most beautiful thing an artist - or a man...: let's generalize...- can do: taking steps as long as the leg.
And above all hovers a delightful and amused air, a bit like post-dinner evening enjoyment with friends. In short: there is a warm and beautiful atmosphere in this concert, and, as we know, the atmosphere, if not everything, is almost everything.
I will always play the same old song, my friends...: but when you hear products of this kind, how far away does our little Italy seem...?
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