Gordon Lightfoot has led an unlikely life. First there was the matter of having his songs covered by Bob Dylan and Elvis Presley, an honor typically bestowed upon long-dead blues singers. Then there was the six-week coma he awoke from in 2002, fresh as a daisy and ready to resume work on his 20th record. If you ever had a soft spot in your heart for misty-eyed ballads (or if you simply lacked a father figure and desired a musky voice around the house), Gordo is still here to cradle your head and sing you songs about the early morning rain. Dad Rock never sounded so good.
