The bard and balladeer whose music suffused my soul throughout my teens and 20s turns 60 today, and while in my mind he looks eternally as he did in 1977, when I saw him in concert for the first time, today he sports a mustache and beard (much to my shock!) The man still sings like an angel, and writes from timeless awareness. Thanks for your contribution to us all, Jackson.
Happy birthday! Rock on!
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