Sometimes you want to go back to when you were young. Sometumes you want to go even further back. To a place before you were born. With extensive sleevenotes. This came out in 1962 three years before I arrived. It has purity and space and geniune beauty. A song that takes a W.B. Yeats as its starting point.
Films colour your consciousness. Your perceptions of things. I can't help but think of Inside Llewin Davis when listening to this.. But it has a still folk intensity and follows a sure course.
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