50 Jahre “Late For The Sky” by Jackson Browne: Flüssiges Gold

Travis Bickle, the taxi drivers, sat in the sea-boat in front of the other black seafarers, who on a Schemel-steht and albern said people dancing. Später tritt Bickle in a Ausbruch von Ekel against the device. If the music was a right brutal power, then the music is: Only for this one augenblick läuft “Late For The Sky”, the Inbegriff des Sensiblen, the radiant frühen Siebziger in the blue August of the radiant young Jackson Browne.

Martin Scorsese did everything in ‘Taxi Driver’, and the man can’t stand spectacle anymore, we’re not even a Stück by Dylan or his friend Robbie Robertson for the ingeinstellung gewählt hat. Others are the moment when the great art of the great film music of Bernhard Hermann, the Bickles Schlaflosigkeit and the somnambule Fahrt through the swülen, humid Straßen begins.

“Late For The Sky” is the melancholy and the truth, the antidote to the manly man, the woman who plays in a porn movie and is not heard by Kris Kristofferson. Jackson Browne’s California is the only one who shows Martin Scorsese’s New York interest.

Jackson Browne sings who a Gott is

“Late For The Sky”, the album, is the best and best of Brown. Songs that are fluid Gold. David Lindley, the best violin and slide guitar player, harmonizes here with Jai Windings Piano and organ, Brown sings with a Gott. “Late For The Sky”, “Fountain Of Sorrow”, “The Road And The Sky” and “Before The Deluge” play in the 90s at the concerts, while Karriere goes to war and jede Platte noch esoteric and sadder wurde .

If the plates have a natural beauty, there is a wonderful naivety. I think: There is war against Mann, while Nico went to work in New York, after Lou Reed had shared his hat. You have to imagine: who of the almost adult Californian Schönling comforted the dryly dull German Valkyries. “Saturate Before Use” and “For Everyman” can enhance the inner clarity and poetry.

“How long have I slept/ How long have I drifted through the night alone/ And I know that I am alone/ And near the end”: Jackson Browne was perhaps like God’s lonely man. It was noticeable that Darrryl Hannah had positioned herself in such a way that she could no longer smile.

An article from the RS Archive