They were as ubiquitous, at one point, as songs about girls.
Richard Thompson sings here about taking a moment to understand blessings, beginning with the blessing of being left alone. Completely understandable, considering the situation.
Even lesser-known tracks continue to yield important insights, decades later.
They take a kind of orchestral approach to the hootenanny aesthetic.
Inspiration, it seems, hits artists at the strangest times.
Danko carries this song, as he could most any, by sheer force of exuberance.
Both the singer and the song are revitalized here.
This makes you remember why you enjoy music in the first place.
He talks the language of those his age, but in a way that transcends eras.
A perfectly calibrated tribute, one full of broken Stonesy grandeur.