“These Days” and “Your Bright Baby Blues” were stunningly beautiful. His renditions of previous band-only tunes, such as “Looking East,” revealed much that I never saw or heard in the original versions. Jackson, his voice, a selection of 12 acoustic guitars and a keyboard. It can’t get much better than that. The song variety and talent were so great that even the fact he didn’t play the song I perhaps most wanted to hear doesn’t affect a wonderful night of artistry.
One of the producers of Jackson’s 1994 TV special, “Jackson Browne: Going Home,” (available on DVD) was also filming on stage. Hopefully, this means some sort of documentary involving this solo acoustic tour is in the works.
To Jackson: As Joan Baez sang of Bob Dylan, “You’re a savage gift on a wayward bus/But you stepped down and sang to us.” Thank you for sharing your wonderful gift with us.
To the local newspaper guy who purports to review music: You once again established you wouldn’t know a quality performance if it bitch slapped you.