Tuesday, 15 November 2005
“In sixty-nine I was twenty-one
And I called the road my own
I don't even know when that road
Turned onto the road I'm on....
You know I don't even know
What I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun
But I'm running behind.”
Jackson Browne was very much an unsung poet laureate of the heart and
soul of young America in the ‘70s, as exemplified by songs like “A
Child in These Hills’ and the elegant ecology anthem “Before the
Deluge.” Running On Empty, Browne’s fifth album, was in a sense the
culmination of his early songwriting burst of brilliance that had
started with “These Days” and evolved into remarkable albums like For
Everyman, Late for the Sky, and the commercial break-out The Pretender.
Here, however, though at the peak of his popularity, he was starting to
run a little thin on ideas.
Since his classic paean “Take It Easy,” cowritten with ...