Steve Turner, unpublished, for NME, 1976
He has one of those haircuts favoured by Americans not yet accustomed to the artistry of male hair-styling: shiny, lank and equal length all over. When he turns his head it swings with him like curtains in the breeze. His face is rather beautiful, well sculptured ... a ballet dancers rather than a rock stars. Its a young face and an innocent face belying his both his experiences and his maturity. He dresses down rather than up and backstage you could be forgiven for not detecting the star, for Jackson Browne tends to act like a ligger among his own retinue.
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