Review by Joel Patterson
Photograph by Darlene Bordwell
It’s been 41 years since James Taylor and his shaggy mane graced the cover of Time Magazine, the herald angel of a new era in pop music. His stripped-down, acoustic guitar-based “new folk” in true dialectic fashion signaled a retreat from the excesses of overblown ’60s rock with its apocalyptic bombast and eve-of-destruction politics. The James Taylors and Jackson Brownes were anguished and introspective, weaving tales of confusion and contradiction – reveries shot through with pain and simple joys compromised by nagging self-awareness and complicity.