Jim James has followed one of the more curious paths from respected frontman to enigmatic pop figure in recent memory. For one, the cultish icon of James might have peaked back in 2003, on the heels of My Morning Jacket's prime LP, the recently reissued It Still Moves. But that was still several years before the band would spend a summer with Bob Dylan and Wilco, fly on the wings of owls with a CIA agent for five and a half million Sunday-night Fox viewers, and launch James to the level of visibility and respect necessary to earning Questlove's nod to sing him down the aisle. As James says at the crest of his second solo album, Eternally Even, "We ain't getting any younger." His inflow of young followers, however, at least appears to be as reliable as ever.