I'm listening to the Quiet Beatle and imagining wandering a summer field above Lake Chautauqua in a time and place that didn't exist with people who weren't there. The guitars are smooth and even and flat with that kind of tickling sparkle that sits just under a voice so well. That cover must be a palladium print. I'd like to be back in that convertible driving up the coast with those three. That day, one of the best of my life. All things must pass.

Are you ready for the country? Because it's time to go. A wet paper bag of an album, in both good ways and bad.

One of the few jazz records I have on vinyl. And glad I do.