THE JUKE‹ BACK TO THE JUKEThe confessional record every confessional record answers to, written by the only songwriter of her generation the jazz players took seriously. Blue is the monument, but the monument undersells her — the open tunings, the harmonic restlessness, the refusal to stay where the applause was.
Follow the rack past 1971 and you watch a folk singer walk off the folk map entirely: Court and Spark's immaculate pop, Hejira's highway meditations, a late voice lowered by time and smoke that made the old songs land twice as hard.