Old Enough to Forget

I was perusing the dollar section and found this one. The jacket was in immaculate condition, and while there was no insert the record itself looked shiny. I also mistakenly thought it was another SFH Band release (J.D. Souther, Richie Furay and Chris Hillman), and while the one I had was rather forgettable, it was enjoyable, so why not? It wasn't until I dropped my buck that I realized this was McGuinn, Clark & Hillman. Now, I'm a casual fan of The Byrds, and I enjoy most of what I've heard over the years - except for "Eight Miles High." Yeah, it's a classic, but for goodness' sake Roger McGuinn spent most of the song trying to get his fingers untangled from the 12 strings on his Rickenbacker. It may be a cacophonous masterpiece to some, but to me it's a reminder that not everyone can play lead guitar. As a casual fan I knew that Chris Hillman and Roger McGuinn were former Byrds, but didn't know that Gene Clark was as well. Turns out here were...

1983 was a great year for music. Of course there were other great years - lots and lots of them, especially the ones during my formative years. The early '80s, though, were something special. Jackson Browne was someone who had quite a few songs I liked, but it wasn't until he released Lawyers in Love that I decided to put some cash on the table ( The Fast Times soundtrack doesn't count). There was something hilariously goofy and awesome about the title track, and it didn't matter where I was - or am, as I discovered when the song came on - if the song came on, I had to wait patiently for my cue to sing along. Last night I watched the news from Washington, the capitol (that would be me) The Russians escaped while we weren't watching them, like Russians will (still me, but with gusto) The Tarzan falsetto is still out of my range, but there are times I still give it a shot. The dog doesn't like it. Anyway, the song is still one of those guilty pleasures, but this...