Another chapter in the reinvention of Bobby D, this time around he's a country crooner who hangs out with Johnny Cash. Honestly if it didn't say Bob Dylan and have his picture on the cover you would have no clue it was him. This album set the template for the likes of James Taylor and Ry Cooder, yet again proving that Dylan was ahead of the curve.
Will dealing with a boat load of internal strife, The Byrds pull out probably my favorite one of their albums, it's a kinda baroque rock record, just imagine where Big Star's Third/ Sister Lovers started from.
The third and final chapter for the experience, not saying this album isn't great but way too much of a stereotypical Hendrix style musical masturbation than I'd like to endure.
