Lately, I hear ‘70s “soft” rock on the radio and wonder at the craftsmanship. It takes a lot of chops to sound that easy-like-Sunday-morning smooth, and measured against the digital wizardry that’s come since, the production seems warm and honest, not MOR-slick. Once in a while a sharp drum lick or bass figure bubbles up through the flow, and I picture the studio musicians who gave everything they had to hits that got plenty of airplay, but little respect.

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holy shit. what beauty.