USA, 1967, singer-songwriter / folk rock / psychedelic folk
I love when folk has this weird, carnival feeling to it. There’s something about the freakiness of a carnival that fascinates me, like this place where all the misfits congregate. It’s a place for outsiders, but it’s not a haven. It’s just another place, like Pleasant Street. The psychedelic instrumentation is beautiful and mysterious, perfectly demonstrating what Buckley is singing, like how his lover just vanishes, as if the music itself has blown or carried her away. Almost every song is filled with feelings of trepidation and uncertainty about his romantic relationships. If I didn’t know better, Buckley could’ve convinced me that love is lonely and fake.