They were months away from achieving -- for the former, commercial success unequalled in the recording industry, and, for the latter, respect unparalleled among her musician peers -- by way of very different albums, Tapestry and Blue, that had this in common: They didn't have one false note in them.
No girl would have dared sing about how she'd weighed the physical and emotional not the moral drawbacks of sex --getting pregnant, feeling used-- against the greater pull of the act's transcendent pleasure, or how she'd wondered, in the midst of sex, if the boy would drop her afterward.
Since landing, Carly¿ an unreconstructed East Coast girl-- had been playing the enchanted naïf.