ome songs are obviously made for headphones. Anything by Pink Floyd. Some classical and jazz.
Paul Simon’s Kodachrome isn’t so obvious, but I just heard a different song from the one I’ve been listening to for lo these many years.
The piano solo at the end is obvious, but listen to it through the whole song. Subtle perfection. Those two chords, right there, in between the other stuff. No fuss. No la-di-da. Just those two chords, right there.
And all that drumming. Bits of this, splashes of that. Snap-a-dee-doo-dah.
Them Swampers, the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section, made all that noise. I’ll have to tell you some day why I always considered drum hero Roger Hawkins and piano great Barry Beckett were members of English jazz fusion oddities Traffic (headed by the unbelievable Steve Winwood, backed by the best drummer ever, ever, ever, the late Jim Capaldi.)
But that’s a different story.