I heard this on the same show as Sean O'Hagan too so thanks to Bobby Gillespie.
Then, listening to Bobby Gillespie guest-host Jarvis Cocker's Sunday Session on BBC Radio 6 a few months ago, I was knocked sideways by King's own version, recorded when she was fronting a short-lived group called the City in 1969. (Other members included two erstwhile members of the Fugs: Charles Larkey (bass), to whom King was married at the time, and Danny Kortchmar (guitar), who later turned up on virtually every Californian singer-songwriter album of the early 70s.) The song is a revelation, foregoing the cosmic thrust of the Byrds for a gospel-soul plea that is both plaintive and stirring, and reminds you how great a singer – as well as songwriter – Carole King was in her long prime. No matter how well you think you know a song, a great singer can make you rethink its entire meaning. That's exactly what happens here and it is wondrous to behold.'
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