Hopelessly, I loved a bass player with flowing golden hair. My lack of musical knowledge appalled him, so he gave me a copy of the Pat Metheny Group album in 1978. Jazz fusion, he said. Fused with what? I thought but didn’t ask. Fused with dreams, fused with long, open roads, and fused with the big sky bowl over Missouri.
NOTE: I’m stretching the idea of “song” a little here, since everything on this album seems to be an exploration, rather than a form. That said, listen to “Jaco”. There’s a nice connection with my previous Joni Mitchell song: Jaco Pastorius improvised with her on Mingus, and he played with Pat Metheny in the early days.