Given the propensity for the “Ten Albums” posts I’ve seen to contain more established (and perhaps less personal) albums, I’ve shied away from that here – trying to explain a little of why the album is meaningful. I suspect I’m also trying to remind myself of less-remembered albums so that I don’t forget them as I drift into old age. 😉
This seventh album is the opposite of an obscure one. There is, in fact, nothing I can write about The Joshua Tree that hasn’t been said a million times better by a million other people. And it was recorded by a set of musicians who, even last year, could still perform the heck out of it, live. Would that my future old age be marked with the same degree of skill and enthusiasm.
