1969 (on steaming as the first part of his American Trilogy collection)
Despite the consistent rain and thunder sound effects at the edges of the songs, this thing is sincerely sad. It’s cold morning of the soul type music. With songs like “I Don’t Think Much About Her No More” (ok sure buddy) and lyrics like “yesterdays gone lord, it’s better forgotten/ like the poison red berries to die on the vine”… it makes me smile in a way only some truly despondent music can. Mickey is keeping a close watch on the sky and remains fixated on his solitude, but he’s also whistling a lot, so maybe he’s gonna be ok?
