Thank you.

Rock Me On The Water just destroys me whenever I hear it.

I can’t explain it. It just does. So does Bob Dylan’s last verse, which instills hope, in A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall.

My wife and I have seen Jackson Browne here in town three times, and when he plays this song, I have to get out the handkerchief.

The song brings up memories of the past, not all good, and its lyrics hit me right in the chest and swirl around and won’t leave without a sense of wonder and respect, not the least of which is sadness, recalling his and my mutual friend, Mirandi Babitz, talking of her conversations with him of his lost wife shortly after she passed.

I’ve never met him, but he feels like a friend when I hear his music or when someone else sings his songs.