Arlo Guthrie - "I'm Going Home". Every so often I am getting ready to bicycle down to a concert and I bump into a friend. "What are you going to see?" they say. And I tell them it's a singer-songwriter, a girl with a guitar, or a guy with a guitar, and they say, "Oh, ok, cool," and we part ways, and part of me is embarrassed. And then when I'm on my bicycle I ask myself why I'm biking downtown to hear some dumb sappy songs on acoustic or electric guitars, with a lap steel or two, why I'm not going to a loft to hear strange future music, like sea creatures turning somersaults.

And then finally I arrive, every so often. And I go into a long room. And a song like this one is coming over the P.A., acoustic guitars and shaker, voice, vibraphone, and it's the most beautiful thing in the world, unassailable, and why would I ever want to be in a room where this song is not playing? [buy]