Robbie Robertson Showdown At Big Sky (Official)

Don't think I've gone crazy (very SVDM adjective, right?) with the eighties: that's not the case. Because I also like the seventies, the sixties, and the fifties. Before that, I didn’t understand much, after that, I’m indifferent.
I have a lot of music from the second millennium, and I’ve listened to it with a clear mind, like the language of Native Americans - of which, by the way, our Robbie was a proud representative - but I don't think there’s anything that will stay in my memory forever; although to be honest, I’ve already well past the halfway mark of middle age, and I have much less time left than I've had.

In short, an amazing piece and a beautiful album, to say the least (and gnente).
Rip, Robbie.
The old Band is no longer with us - even physically - but you ride free in your celestial meadows. Ugh!

Oh: on production, sounds, the tracchebaitrácche & baracche and all that stuff, nowadays you go on the internet that explains all those factual things, there, that serve to make you pretend to understand and have grasped it. Everything except the meaning, let me tell you.