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MICKEY NEWBURY
The Mickey Newbury Collection
(Mountain Retreat)
LISTEN UP, COUNTRY and folk music junkies: This box is a truly
a serious find. Singer/songwriter Newbury (referred to in the
lines "Hank Williams' pain songs/And Newbury's train songs,"
sung by Waylon Jennings in "Luckenbach, Texas") is,
in a number of ways, far from representing the typical Southern
music writer. He plays a gut string classical guitar, has tonsils
so pure and powerful he could probably sing opera, and writes
songs so delicate they radically stretch country's shitkickin'
honky-tonk persona in the opposite direction.
Over 20 years ago, some on-the-money journalist referred to Newbury
as "the Robert Frost of country music"--which still
stands as the most succinct line of music criticism this writer
ever read. The Nashville-by-way-of-Texas legend starts off one
song with "Morning came and found her at the window with
her nose pressed to the glass/The dew was like a broken diamond
necklace left scattered on the grass..." If such lines came
from the obtuse mouth of Garth Brooks or his ilk, they'd sound
like Sylvester Stallone reading Dostoevsky.
While many of the songs here became hits for an earlier generation
("Sunshine," by Don Gibson, and Jerry Lee Lewis' version
of "She Even Woke Me Up To Say Good-bye"), he has since
been deemed a patriarch by formidable figures from the ensuing
era: Kristofferson, Cash, Nelson and Van Zandt regularly touted
his material as timeless. Appropriately, his "An American
Trilogy" was not only a favorite of Elvis', but also the
last song he ever sang in concert.
Everything reissued here (all 10 albums released between 1969
and 1981) has been long out of print, never before available on
CD, and hard to find on vinyl. In fact, you might not have much
luck tracking it down in the local CD bin. For buying info, check
out www.songs.com/newbury; or write to Mountain Retreat, P.O.
Box 888, Escanaba, MI, 49829-0888.
--Dave McElfresh
LEE ANN WOMACK
Some Things I Know
(Decca Records)
FROM SHANIA TWAIN'S Def Leppard imitations to Faith Hill's bubble-gum
hollering, the women of popular country music are nearly as insufferable
as the men (though not as wimpy). So when Lee Ann Womack's debut
single, "Never Again, Again," hit the airwaves last
year, the sheer legitimacy of it seemed impossible. One could
have only assumed that the powers of Nashville would subsequently
teach her a lesson in conformity and talk her out of all that
twang-and-fiddle nonsense before she did some real damage.
Indeed, a couple of throwaway songs on this second release suggest
that some little devil may have whispered in her ear. But by and
large, Some Things I Know is a lesson in sticking to one's
guns: The first single, "A Little Past Little Rock,"
is a fabulous highway tune loaded with controlled passion and
elusive melancholy, while "If You're Ever Down in Dallas"
is a loping romp that showcases Womack's distinctively gorgeous
vocals. And "When The Wheels Are Coming Off" sounds
just like a lonely date with a six-pack of Lone Star. Hell, Womack
even pulls off a cool duet with the highly suspicious Joe Diffie
("I'd Rather Have What We Had"). Overall, Some Things
I Know has the feel of a crossroads, a point of departure
for an artist who could make a real difference in the long term.
There are very few country singers out there with that opportunity,
and most are squandering it by prancing around in catsuits and
yelping like Celine Dion. But if we keep our faith in Womack,
it's only because she's earned it.
--Christopher Weir
JEWEL
Spirit
(Atlantic)
JEWEL IS THIS generation's poster gal for the insipid and insubstantial.
Her heaving bosom, pinched, ferret-like squint and excruciating
nasal bleat make her as recognizable as Jerry Springer--and yeah,
like Jerry, sometimes you just wanna smack her for helping to
bring cultural standards down to a level where the signifier phrase
"Duh!" has replaced intelligent discourse. Proof? Read
these unintentionally hilarious lyrics aloud. "Super paranoid,
I'm blending, I'm blurring, I'm bleeding into the scenery/ Loving
someone else is always so much easier..." "Fat boy goes
to the pool/Sees his reflection, doesn't know what to do/He feels
little inside and filled with pride/Oh, fragile flame/No one sees
the same..." "The wind blows cold when you reach the
top/It feels like someone's face is stuck to the bottom of my
shoe..." "If I could tell the world just one thing/It
would be that we're all OK..." "When you're standing
in deep water/And you're bailing yourself out with a straw..."
(SAY WHAT?!?) Of the music, well, the midtempo, easy-listening
arrangements are soooo unthreatening and soooo palatable-lite
as to be indistinguishable from one to the next. No hooks, no
beats, just surface texture. Don't worry, be happy. Pass the Prozac.
--Fred Mills
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