Funny how the early albums of these artists always seem to be the best.
I guess when you’re hungry, your inspiration is at its height.
(I’m not really into popular music, but my husband is a great fan, and hates what it’s like today. He often wonders how today’s pop music would be different, if so many of the really unique artists of the 60s-70s hadn’t died early of accidents, drugs, disease, &c.)