For the follow up to his classic Sweet Baby James, which rivals Tapestry's
place in the boomer canon, archetypal sensitive singer-songwriter
Taylor wisely elected not to stray too far from the approach that had
worked so well on his previous album. One of the most memorable tunes
here, "Hey Mister That's Me Up On The Jukebox" is one of the more
effective songs to bemoan the plight of the lonely balladeer, evidence
that Taylor mined the introspective troubadour style long before it
became a mawkish sham. In other words, don't blame the father for the
sins of the wayward sons.