I’ve been listening to Tom Waits’ Nighthawks at the Diner (1975) as of late.
I admire the days of live-album recordings, of artists figuring out exactly how to play the song from start to finish, going through the motions over and over again until they settle on something resembling completion peace.
The Beatles were famous for recording scores of take…
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