I tried something new for Jackson Browne’s Late for the Sky. I didn’t do anything else while I was listening to it. I just listened to it while staring at my ceiling. I can’t say that it helped much. I still didn’t take any notes and I don’t remember much about it other than wishing it would hurry up and be over so that I could get back to my book. Rolling Stone calls this 1974 release Browne’s “dark third album.” He explored the “romantic possibility in the shadow of an apocalypse.” Okay. Sure. I didn’t pick up on any of that, which is probably why I don’t work for Rolling Stone.