This is the third Bruce Hornsby song to show up on a Random Weekend in the past nine months. Prior to that, the only Hornsby song on the blog came more than nine years earlier, in September of 2010.
This song is new to me. It’s the fourth track on his debut album, a record I know through its singles: ‘The Way It Is,’ ‘On the Western Skyline,’ ‘Every Little Kiss,’ and ‘Mandolin Rain.’
Unlike Eric Clapton, Bruce Hornsby is an artist I know I’m missing out on. For whatever reason he just never made it on to my radar but I’ve loved everything I’ve heard from him over the years.
He’s one of those songwriters whose music is so layered and interesting that I could see listening to it without vocals. He combines jazz, blues and pop forms as effectively as anybody out there.
And that’s not to discount his vocals and lyrics. On the one full album of his I own — his debut, The Way It Is — he tells tales of the downtrodden with a novelist’s eye and sings them just beautifully.