Most albums in my collection fade in and out of favour as time passes, but there are others that stay near the top of the list over decades and never disappoint.
I bought Walking Wounded shortly after it was released, at Heathrow Airport. I was on my way to Munich to start a 2-month contract which has turned into 25 years. This group wrote so intelligently about love and disappointment, and the tunes on this album are just brill. (I also recommend Ben Watt’s account of his illness in Patient – that’s also great.)
In 1981 the BBC broadcast Joni Mitchell’s Shadows and Light concert. I didn’t get to watch much of it – I think it was a school night, and my parents were sticklers about that kind of thing – but my best friends did, and from that moment we all became fans of Pat Metheny. The PMG were never better than on this album. For me, it’s the sound of summer '81, the extra-long summer holidays after O-levels, cycling to the beach. Sixteen and my whole life before me.