Ditch-adjacent, nocturnal and resigned to a fallen earth we made fell, not some garden with poorly-placed fruit trees, just natural frailty and greed summing and summing to larger burdens on this earnest, tender heart barely left beating in a collapsing cathedral of bone.
Not supplanting any of his impeccable run from '69-'75, but complementary, for a seamless cloth of doom folk ahead of its time. RIYL
Live at Massey Hall or
Live at the Cellar Door.
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