I’ve spent the last few nights locked away in my apartment drinking red and listening to records. A dash of recluse, a hint of alcoholic and a pinch of musical appreciation. Deja Vu keeps finding it’s way back on rotation. What an album! Really runs you through the gauntlet of emotion in one full play. Of all the songs I constantly drop the needle back on Our House. What a pretty picture Nash paints regarding his relationship with Joni Mitchell. I wish this upon all my brothers one day… Until then…