My latest piece for Stacks:
But let’s talk about the music. Live at Carnegie Hall is one of the best – yet sadly, most often overlooked – live albums of the 1970s. It’s a self-contained universe, the kind of album that erases all thoughts of other records while it’s playing. One of those records that makes you wonder why you don’t listen to it constantly. I often think that way whenever I play any Bill Withers record; it’s his voice, his way with a melody, and how he makes you feel it’ll be alright regardless of what the world may have in store.