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. Itās cold morning of the soul type music. With songs like āI Donāt Think Much About Her No Moreā (ok sure buddy) and lyrics like āyesterdays gone lord, itās better forgotten/ like the poison red berries to die on the vineāā¦ 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 heās also whistling a lot, so maybe heās gonna be ok?
