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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Essential Jerry Jeff, Part II, July 16, 2002
First you need to get Viva Terlingua, and be able - drunk, sober, or anywhere in between - to drawl "You're from down South, and when you open your mouth, you always seem to put your foot there" (London Homesick Blues - Home with the Armadillo) and give the component words to the MOTHER acronymn in Up Against the Wall. Once you have passed Jerry Jeff 101, you need to proceed to "Ridin High." I cannot to this day hear or speak the proverb "the Pot can't call the Kettle black" without fighting the sometimes almost insurmountable urge to sing it. And, in a song that rivals the pH of that song about vain folk who fly off to Nova Scotia in their Lear Jet to see a total eclipse of the sun, fire an acerbic shot at a soon-to-be-former lover: "Well, don't get up, I can find my own way to the door. Well I can see you are an angel, Whose wings just won't unfold Tune up your harp Polish your old halo Yeah, the only kind of man that you ever wanted Was the one that you knew you'd never hold very long Sitting there cryin' like I'm the first one to go." In the ballad Night Rider's Lament, JJ responds to folks who accuse: "you must have gone crazy out there:" "they ain't never seen the Northern Lights, They never seen the hawk on the wing" He ain't crazy! He's an endearing and enduring music icon! And of course, there's the piece de resistance, the Quixotic anthem to futility and performing necessary biological functions in the face of meteorological hindrances whence, much to our chagrin, it blows on all our friends.
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