why not a bit more Boz?

Not that he didn't experience massive success, but Boz Skaggs remains, I feel, an underappreciated musical auteur. Man can truly *sing*, plays several instruments not virtuosically but in a manner consummately integrated with his singing and does so live, real-time, multi-tasking, and wrote many exceptional song, both melodically, harmonically, rhythmically and, finishing touch, lyrically (in both senses of that word).

The following song has always been a favorite of mine, partly because about the time it came out I was living in NE Georgia. Athens area, but lacking contact with the local college crowd, I missed the initial incarnations of REM and, many tears and mea culpa, The B-52s. I was ensconced in the backwoods redneck ne'er-do-well scene, and had to get by on Lynyrd Skynyrd and Bob Seger. Fortunstely, the local pool-beer hall juke had a copy of Skaggs' Harbor Lights. That and an obscure Joe Walsh B-side ballad, Pretty Maids All In a Row, were almost my sole musical nutrition during those engagingly degenerate, culturally deelevating, and often way too fun times.

Georgia

"...your daddy was high the night he dreamed of you... your backseat boys and drive-in noise... Christmas in your eyes..." and a perfect nod to Irving Berlin and Hoagy Carmichael: "...moonlight through the pines..."

And the main narrative POV:

"Georgia, we will be together, dear
If they ever let me out of here"

Love, lust, backwoods, illegal activity for a woman, jail: I remember Georgia well, and fondly. Only her name was Susan. I think. Been a long time. But Georgia... so rich and pure in its distillation of human fever and folly. Raymond Chandler only wrote about LA because he was stuck out there. He would have had more fun and better subject matter in Georgia, even with Hollywood's Babylonian factor.

Listen to me. Old Rockin' Chair's got me again...