
It is with some level of embarrassment that I admit that it took Bobby Charles' passing earlier this month to spur me to investigate his 1972 self-titled debut album. Sad circumstances aside, boy am I glad I did. I'll leave it to those better qualified than this johnny-come-lately to offer anything resembling a eulogy. But here's the bare essentials: Louisiana teenager pens hits for such notables as Bill Haley & The Comets & Fats Domino , eventually finds his way to Woodstock, New York and records his first full-length [...]