What can I say, I never really liked James Taylor, but for some odd reason I've always been drawn to want to. The thing about him is that I can never get past is his voice! It reminds me of someone's dad singing on Sesame Street, except this dude was shooting crank behind Oscar's trash can between takes. Although that is my reaction to James Taylor, today, at the time of the album's release it might have been different. Perhaps, in the pre-Taylor era, there were less of these paternal figures singing in coffee houses and bars, our lives would have been less saturated with his sound, so when Jamesy started doing his thing it was maybe totally different and new??? I doubt it!
Sweet Baby James wasn't bad, I didn't hate it, corny at times, but otherwise it's ok, but make sure to skip
Steamroller, 'cause it's one stinker of a sh*troller!
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