there's a point in the life of a gourmet record where it graduates into a universally accepted out-and-out classic. this has happened with dylan's desire, van's astral weeks, the byrds' sweetheart of the rodeo, and it's happened with brother neil and his long player on the beach. when every little shit in jeans and plaid is repping the same relatively obscure record as their fave (except for those fucking unbearable irony drenched greaseballs who are claiming trans or re-act-or or some such bs), it can't be the gourmet anymore. it's time is up and it's now a straight up classic, so that leaves us with zuma which is such a fucking scorcher. it's got what is perhaps neil's finest side 1, track 1 ever in "don't cry no tears" (no small feat when you think of what it's up against), one of his finest acoustic numbers in "pardon my heart," the acerbic and hilarious "stupid girl," and the epic "cortez the killer." come on down to zuma beach, the water's perfect, but bring yer own, i hear ol' shakey's a bogarter.
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