Another great offering from this dazzling troubadour, and an album I can’t listen to enough. On Boneclouds, Jennings gets a little moodier, both lyrically and musically. Some of this recalls Lennon’s great two post-Beatles albums, in that the largely acoustic songs are probing, confessional, and dark without being depressing.
What I like so much about Jennings’s music is its complex simplicity; like a zen poet, or a winemaker, he distills enormous ideas into beautiful, potent songs that stick without getting stuck. The fact that he isn’t afraid to experiment with his formula only makes him better; Jennings will be one that we’re still talking about 30 years from now, I promise. Nearly perfect.