Tall and angular with a ragamuffin sport coat and a rubbery sway when he played the bass, Rick Danko epitomized the backwoods swagger that was so central to the Band's image. That's why listening to Live on Breeze Hill is such a sad experience. Gone is Danko's graceful ease as a musician, replaced with a labor instead. Gone is Danko's fragile phrasing, replaced with a quivering whine that grates on the listener's ear. In fact, as of December of 1999, gone is Rick Danko. Listening to these renditions of songs he made famous such as "Stage Fright" and "It Makes No Difference" just makes you long for the original version when they were sung by a young, handsome musician at the peak of his game. No one wants to say bad things about the dead, but where Danko was once able to fill the listener with a positive kind of sadness, a melancholy that motivated you to think about your own life, unfortunately Breeze Hill fills you with a regretful kind of sadness that only makes you think about what went wrong with his.
AllMusic Review by Steve Kurutz
feat: Quentin Ryan