(and I'm beginning to believe its perfection occurs but once in an artist's career), Hasten down the Wind is nonetheless representative of Ronstadt redivivus, of Ronstadt, the sensitive, introspective stirring we have admired all these years.

Aside from the inclusion of two innocuous songs—"Lo Siento Mi Vida" and Karla Bonoff's "If He's Ever Near"—the album's problems are fairly well exemplified by the totally wrongheaded interpretation of the Warren Zevon-penned title song, which delineates the chilling tale of a lover's indecisiveness. In the original version, stinging, venomous guitar lines plus ethereal guitar solos accentuated Zevon's weary vocal. Here, strings and Andrew Gold's impersonal piano accompaniment take the song all the way out of the danger zone, and Ronstadt's carefully articulated, stodgy vocal belies her misunderstanding. When she is joined on the chorus by Don Henley (of the Eagles) the impact of the song's touching and mystifying lyric is completely blunted by the beauty of the harmonizing.

The album's only other major mistake is John and Johanna Hall's "Give One Heart," one of the worst songs—reggae or otherwise—I've heard. Orleans couldn't salvage it, nor can Ronstadt. No amount of sweetening can rescue lyrics as inane as "That's the paradox of I love you" or "If your baby loves you right/You can have skyrockets any old night." A rock & roll bridge has been punched up, which only makes things worse by forcing a scream from Ronstadt as she tries to move up the scale. Worse still, one verse of an immaculately beautiful reggae song, "Rivers of Babylon," is ruined by being used as a prelude to "Give One Heart."

Otherwise the album is in good shape. And in a few instances it's as good as anything Ronstadt has done.

I've always appreciated Ronstadt's good-natured approach to her remakes of rock 'n' roll oldies. The version of "That'll Be the Day" included here neither alters my feelings for nor threatens the Buddy Holly original. Her reading could be tougher, but the music behind it—particularly the solo sparring between guitarists Andrew Gold and Waddy Wachtel—has enough bite to overcome the vocal shortcomings.

Ry Cooder's "The Tattler" is one of the album's two gems. Swirling electric piano figures and a barely audible mandolin establish an irresistibly exotic ambiance. Ronstadt's interpretation is extraordinari