A word of advice to the young folks: Guy Clark, at 72, has achieved the exact level of grizzledness to make having a mustache acceptable. Make a mental note.
In an attempt to cure my Sunday blues, I’m sipping whiskey and listening to My Favorite Picture of You, Clark’s newest album, which has surprised me by being something of a goddamn revelation: it might me my inebriation, but it strikes me as being as good as anything of his I’ve ever heard: on a track-by-track basis I’d go so far to say that it stands alongside Old No. 1, his first—and probably still best—album.
The title track…Jesus. The title track is about Clark’s wife of four decades, Susanna, who died in 2012, and it is as devastating a song as you could imagine a songwriter of Clark’s abilities turning out.