Gene Clark was the Byrds’ ballast. Roger McGuinn was the diva, Gram Parsons was the disruptive prodigy, but Clark was the only one who could put up with those two egomaniacs. Unlike McGuinn, Clark actually loved country music and was on board with Parsons’ mutiny that turned the hottest pop-rock band in the country to a country band. After McGuinn got huffy, he went off to form the Flying Burrito Brothers with Parsons. Then after Parsons’ started going off the deep-end, went back to play with McGuinn. He’s just a solid musician and seemed like an honorable fella—a little too humble; the Byrds could have been even greater if he had allowed himself to contribute more between the other two giant egos. This is a real old-timey one, it sounds like something Peter Rowan would sing—I’d like to hear that.
