Few records, at least to my ears, better capture a sense of feeling, of isolation, of being in a distinctive time and place. On the road, far from home, with the tires rushing by in an unrelenting rain. And although Brook Benton sings of missing his girl, I think he knows he can’t go back and that she is gone forever; her memory is sustaining him, but “it’s raining all over world,” and he’s on the run from her, his home and himself.
A cascading piano, Cornell Dupree’s smoke-laden guitar, swelling strings and the saddest harmonica you will ever hear provide evocative and breathtaking atmosphere.
This is what loneliness sounds like.
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