THE BYRDS GENE CLARK "WHITE LIGHT" LP 1971 NEAR MINT ORIGINAL NOT A REISSUE

Sold Date: December 10, 2016
Start Date: November 27, 2016
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YOU ARE BIDDING ON A LP BY GENE CLARK OF THE BYRDS CALLED "WHITE LIGHT". IT WAS RELEASED ON THE A & M LABEL (SP 4292) OUT OF THE U.S. IN 1971. THE COVER IS VERY GOOD++ & THE LP IS NEAR MINT

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Tracklist

The Virgin3:35 With Tomorrow2:25 White Light3:38 Because Of You4:03 One In A Hundred3:30 For A Spanish Guitar4:57 Where My Love Lies Asleep4:20 Tears Of Rage4:11 19754:28

's 1971 platter, with its stark black cover featuring his silhouette illuminated by the sun, was dubbed -- though the words never appear on the cover -- and if ever a title fit a record, it's this one. Over its nine original tracks, it has established itself as one of the greatest singer/songwriter albums ever made. After leaving in 1966, recording with the , and breaking up the group that was a pioneering country-rock outfit, took time to hone his songwriting to its barest essentials. The focus on these tracks is intense, they are taut and reflect his growing obsession with country music. Produced by the late guitarist (who also worked with , , , and poet , among others), took his songs to his new label with confidence and they supported him. The band is comprised of ' bassist , the then--pianist (and future jazz great) , organist , and drummer . 's writing, as evidenced on "The Virgin," the title cut, "For a Spanish Guitar," "One in a Hundred," and "With Tomorrow," reveals a stark kind of simplicity in his lines. Using melodies mutated out of country, and revealing that he was the original poet and architect of ' sound on , created a wide open set of tracks that are at once full of space, a rugged gentility, and are harrowingly intimate in places. His reading of 's "Tears of Rage," towards the end of the record rivals, if not eclipses, 's. Less wrecked and ravaged, 's song is more a bewildered tome of resignation to a present and future in the abyss. Now this is classic rock.