This may be the most private album I've ever heard. It feels like, as a listener, you just stumbled upon a door that's thinly cracked open, and on the other side is this songwriter confessing his deep personal thoughts to just the shadows in his room. And there seem to be lots of heavy deep shadows. Even when the songs speak of love and tenderness there's an underlying pain. I came to this album by chance. I knew of Hardin from a Woodstock compilation, and by the covers of his songs by people like Rod Stewart and Johnny Cash. Then one day I came across this album in a thrift store for twenty-five cents. The ghostly cover drew me in, and once I'd dropped a needle on it, I was completely taken. This is a beautiful album.
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