Gene Clark's 1974 album No Other is a masterpiece. This song is a microcosm, with a diverse tapestry of sounds from producer Tommy Kaye, and Gene's soulful delivery of his philosophical lyrics. It also serves as a mission statement for his songwriting process. He stays tuned to a frequency that allows the gift of song to flow through him, pulling from the stratosphere what is presented to him. While the words on paper are beautiful, when he lifts them up with music, his voice gives them new meaning. A cosmic cowboy riding the range.
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