Joe Walsh: The Smoker You Drink, The Player You Get
Richard Williams, Melody Maker, 1 September 1973
MAY I TAKE just a couple of seconds to make my position clear? I thought, and still do, that the James Gang were a very ordinary group; consequently I was prepared to let Joe Walsh go his solo way without the dubious benefit of my ear. A couple of weeks ago, though, I was browsing in a tawdry discount record store on Oxford Street, and heard over the shop's system a ballad of what seemed like infinite loveliness.
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