I can sing it in two octave ranges—not at the same time, of course—and not well enough to have a career—but it is deeply satisfying. And if someone is playing a Gibson Dove or suchlike, and you have four or five men who can sing in harmony—the sound is just majestic. If you have both a Gibson Hummingbird and Martin D-35, tuned in harmony, and you have a good picker—well, I dunno what to say, but there won’t be a dry eye in the house.
Doing that after dinner on a winter night is a reason to rejoice to be alive.
Some people might be self-conscious about singing. That’s what the wee dram of single malt is for.
Sonically (among other ways), this is just so majestic. That fretless, the stacked 6-op FM voices for the synth solos, the Lexicon ambience, my goodness. Play loud!
Indulgent, yes, but the chord progression, key changes, brass, backing vocals, arrangement, John’s lead, and crisp LA studio sound has captured me for decades.