Albums of 2012: Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now by Justin Townes Earle

Justin Townes Earle’s latest full length is more than just a mouthful. It’s a freeze-frame in the time of Springsteen and Van Morrison circa 1977: the horns warm, the brightness faded, but not fully gone.

Last time around, Harlem River Blues had produced a half exultant, half sorrowful affair.  But there was hope; there was still daylight, happiness tucked away in its little corners.  Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now is much more reserved in its bright spots, more the music of a man in a sorrowful twilight that just had happiness slip through his fingers, the touch still lingering in his mind, the palpable feel.  While some might read the arrangements henceforth on Nothing as characteristically ambiguous, it’s the biggest show of character Justin Townes Earle has had yet.  He’s much more authentic as a man down on his luck, as a character that’s been forgotten and trod upon. The music reflects that: the muted Memphis soul proving equal accompaniment to Townes Earle’s unmistakable voice, and while the opening half of the album might tread a little too softly, the second half of the album is a beauty to unravel, from “Maria” one of Earle’s sweetest aching sorrows yet, to “Movin’ On” a song with a plucky rhythm that is so convincing at telling the listener Earle is just fine, even if he’s not.

More than anything, Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now is an album about what its like to be a man.

Justin Townes Earle is the kind of man that GQ and Esquire love; the dapper sartorial man, a dapper sartorial man who has words of wisdom to boot. He’s a charming man too, despite his former demons – the alcoholic laced night that left him in jail just weeks after his last album came out. His laugh is infectious; it has that warm and inviting quality, a hint of darkness, kind of like the scotch and whiskey that he’s since sworn off. It warms your heart all the same.

The theme of the record, of the man, of what makes him tick, is honesty.


Earle has a gift for combining personal reference and universal feeling. It’s honesty, and it’s consequences laid bare. “Am I Lonely Tonight” is not only about him being alone, but it delves into the ghosts of his past – an absent father, one who he can only identify with through bits and pieces heard on the radio, the horns half mournful, half comforting as he assesses his condition, skin and bones and 300 miles from the Carolina coast. Here is where we find the ghosts of influences past, the haunted Springsteen on Nebraska, the story-telling of traditional country pulled by the roots through the cracked frozen ground.


Earle pushes forward with “Look The Other Way.” A song that would have made Freud proud, the lyrical narrative could be equally directed toward his mother and his lover, arguing with himself on whether he can make himself a better man when the people he cares about don’t care what he does anymore. It’s the narrative that many have traveled before, those who’ve seen love break in front of their eyes, moved by an imaginary hope that believes you dictate the world around you, that the world doesn’t turn without your slightest movement.


It cuts straight to the bone in a man, on “Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now” the album title track, “It’s a shame babe, nothing that you could do, things change babe, such as my feelings for you.” But its more than just a tell off to a love lost: the plaintive, harrowing honesty to his lyrics do nothing to describe his voice, the way it achingly glides over the words like he’s lived it a million times before. It’s a lonely night of a song, something where only the painful memories and drink can be your lone companion.


“Baby’s Got A Bad Idea” is probably the least effective song on the album. Sure it keeps the up-tempo leaning of “Look The Other Way” but this one seems like he’s just painting by the numbers, a filler, but a good filler for sure.  The stellar backing band saves this one, as Earle’s vocals are more ragged than usual.


I didn’t hear “Maria” first from this album (that distinction would go to the title track, which was released prior) but it’s one of my favorites, and it begins the stellar second side of the album. There’s so much feeling, even in the opening trill of the guitars, and Earle’s vocals are at his most affecting and gifted. He lives the words to the point that in your mind he’s not singing them, it’s your own thoughts. This is the horn section’s shining moment too, pulling off a counter-melody midway through, with the effect that the Memphis sound has never sounded so moody and bright.


The intro of “Down on the Lower East Side” is almost startling, but Earle does well here to paint a portrait of the universality of urbanity. It doesn’t matter whether it’s Memphis or Manhattan, men will always be men, and they’ll always find the romanticism of a dimly lit street in the early morning hours, reflected here by a rather lovely solitary trumpet, muted and warm, a comfort in the cold and lonely streets.


“Won’t Be The Last Time” is a change of pace, some would call it plodding, but the hushed arrangement only makes Earle’s delivery that much more honest, that much more humble, and that much more hurt. The music pushes against the slow vocals like the world that is ever slipping from his grasp as his words sound like a man sitting next to you at the bar, removed from their backing, more personal than ever.


Then, with the chime of a bubbling organ, that Memphis sound is back in “Memphis In The Rain”. The arrangement here is in full swing with some percolating guitars and horn lines that embrace the listener in their southern soul happiness. If Dylan had ever done Memphis, this wouldn’t have been out of place on that record.


Following up on his innate ability to mirror the greatest writers in the American Songbook, “Unfortunately, Anna” sounds like a response to the characters of Paul Simon’s “Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes” where the bright hope of youth has started to fade, the melody a ghostly echo in his vocals. The sound is that of dying hopes, but it’s a beautiful sadness that seeps through the imagery in this song, and it will probably be the slept on classic of this album, and certainly be held in high regard long after Earle’s career is over. For a man steeped in traditions, this is one of his most timeless songs.


The album closer is the bouncy “Movin’ On”, where Earle’s vocals do a slow dance with the rhythm of the guitars. It’s Earle’s gift that he can be so catchy and so intimate at the same time. It’s the sunshine peaking out after a rainy sleepless night, more of a toe-tapper than the rest of the album, and certainly one of the better songs in his career.

Critics had mixed feelings about the overall sound of this album: some thought that the Memphis sound had been too dulled, that the album was more in stasis than the rest of his work, but I’m among the few that believe that it was an intentional move. Memphis Soul has never sounded so good surrounded by doubt, and the band works as one. Even the upright bass proves to be melodic where the horns disappear, and Earle has never come across more open and humbled, never sounded more like his own man.

There will be those that find this album too honest, too heartbreaking and true to man’s condition that they won’t be able to stand it, but there will be others that relish Justin Townes Earle’s true gift; the storytelling of Springsteen and the honesty and pain of Lennon all rolled into one, the ability to sing out his own demons and connect with the world. The gift and the pain of being a man.
Vocals: 4/5

Lyrics: 4.5/5

Arrangement: 4.5/5

Overall: 8.6/10

Top Songs: “Maria”, “Down on the Lower East Side”, “Unfortunately, Anna“, “Memphis In the Rain

Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now was released today, Tuesday, March 27th, on Bloodshot Records.

Robert Palmer’s Lost Oeuvre Part I: Sneakin’ Sally Through The Alley (1974)

To many people, Robert Palmer represents the power of MTV when music videos were in their heyday, a man whose sartorial talents were the great substance behind numbers like “Simply Irresistable” and “Addicted To Love”.  Both numbers are  products of their time and suffer greatly as a result, propelled by the videos of attractive women peddling instruments as sex machines and little else.  But that was before I discovered Robert Palmer, the same Robert Palmer whose fame was a product of the badly aged MTV generation, had a much more compelling career before ever making it big.

One of the most amazing facts of stumbling upon his 1974 release Sneakin’ Sally Through The Alley is the fact that this little known expat managed to lock down both The Meters and members of Little Feat, along with session greats like Cornell Dupree and Bernard Purdie to back him through an extraordinarily funky trip down NOLA inspired, hot-laced grooves. Palmer oozes charisma, and he makes clear right away that he is an excellent interpreter of other’s songs, feeling comfortable handling everything from Little Feat drug odes to Allen Toussaint R&B, mixing in his own songs with nary a change of pace.

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New Classics: Looking Back On Big Echo by The Morning Benders

Of the many albums that have come out in my years as a music blogger, there are a choice few that really stand out as excellent albums and one of my favorites, the one that I will start with, is Big Echo by The Morning Benders.

It’s strange to realize that the album, or LP (whichever suits your preference) has once again taken a back seat to the single.  Thanks to the internet’s ability to grant us instant gratification, most listeners no longer have the patience to sit through an album.  iTunes and other per-MP3 vendors are in part responsible for this, as it’s a much cheaper deal to buy a single song for a dollar than a whole album for 10 or more.

But what of the exceptions? The listeners who do still crave a full album experience? It’s for them that I chose Big Echo, an album whose first 4 tracks are absolutely stellar as stand alone numbers, while the remaining tracks work more as a cohesive unit, one that rewards repeated listens.

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Abbey Road: Reviewed

It’s an amazing thing, looking back at the entire Beatles career and realizing, damn they were good, but why couldn’t they ever have written a lyric worthy of Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up In Blue” or Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” or even for that matter a songwriting epic worthy of “Born to Run”.  Yet as a Beatles fan I’ve come to realize that The Beatles true talent, was that of creating entirely cohesive albums, rather than individual stand-out songs, much like that of the individual members themselves, whose separate careers, although good were nothing on a level with their whole output as a group.

You can file this away in the well thats just obvious department, but Abbey Road is a great album and not only their ultimate be all end all album as a group, but also one that succinctly summarizes what made them great on the first place.  It is also an album that remains timeless upon each listen, there is not one discernable part of the record that makes you think “Oh wow well you can tell this is from 1969″.  The tracks are pristine, benefitting from the band finally having overall access to a brand new studio, with 8 tracks to play with, rather than the usual 4-track limitations. (In that regard, Sgt. Peppers should be regarded as a spectacular achievement).  Long having since been known as a vocal group, the harmonies on the album are precise and beautifully done,  finally showing their vocals talents in all their glory.  Abbey Road is more than just a collection of songs, but one of gorgeous melodies as well; from the swamp-rock rhythms of “Come Together” to the rock-and-roll bombast of “The End”.  Typical of most of their works, Abbey Road never drags and features many different styles from old-time music hall “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” to summer of love acoustic numbers “Here Comes The Sun” even foreshadowing musical styles to come in songs like “Sun King” and “You Never Give Me Your Money” and containing as Frank Sinatra would often say; the greatest love song of all time, in “Something”.  If you’ve somehow managed to avoid listening to the album ever, congratulations you’re probably due for some reward, but to be sure there is no ultimate album out there that would be as lasting, and as perfect as Abbey Road.

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On The Cusp Album Series: Transitions, Westbound Train

On the Cusp Album series focuses on albums by unknown bands that just miss out on the Modern Classic category, if only lacking due to a few weak songs, however most of these albums could be brought up over the top by the listeners interpretation.

More on the first addition to the series after the jump

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Modern Classics: Spoon, Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, (2007)

Along with being a mouthful, Spoon’s Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga is a modern masterpiece.  The oft-mislabeled as indie band from Austin, Texas managed to create an atmosphere on the album that unfolds much like its cover; unique little pieces for each arrangement culminating in a work more beautiful in the eyes of its beholders as a whole.

Spoon is headed up by the unique combination of songwriter/guitarist Britt Daniel and drummer/arranger Jim Eno and both play a distinctive part in the band’s sound. Spoon is no stranger to the headlines in the indie music scene, famously being dropped by their first major label, Spoon caught fire with their debut record A Series of Sneaks which contained two not so subtle digs at former Elektra A&R man Ron Laffitte “The Agony of Laffitte” and “Laffitte Don’t Fail Me Now”. Though they had previously echoed a sound made famous by groups like The Pixies and Wire, album by album Spoon whittled down their style bit by bit, making it into a modernist painting, an ode to the darkly tinged psychedelia that permeated The Beatles Revolver and The White Album. There’s a great argument to be made in how Spoon became more like The Beatles than their previous influences, there’s an equal, if not greater effort put into the song’s overall production rather than just the songwriting itself. Again like The Beatles,  there are no flashy solos, no parts where the individual is recognized over the whole.  This quality, most noticeable on this record, is perhaps what keeps Spoon going, there are no ego battles, just musicians focused on the music.

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We’re Riding out Tonight to Case the Promised Land: Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen, 1975

Escape, that’s what most people look for out of music, a way to leave hum-drum reality behind and be part of something bigger, those who play it aspire to be remembered, to leave this Earth knowing they’ve accomplished something and mean something greater than existence itself.  It’s no easy thing to accomplish and there’s proof in the pudding, for every band that made it big, there are thousands of others that drifted in unrecognition, dreams never realized, their existence at best maybe a footnote in some musical history book (if they’re lucky).  It takes a combination of unstoppable focus and drive to make it big, and even more to stay once you’re there, but the reward is worth the risk for if you succeed, you will be remembered for a long long time.  Perhaps there was no greater example than Bruce Springsteen.

He wasn’t completely unknown before Born to Run came out, he had two albums released previously, Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ and The Wild the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle which both garnered critical success and comparisons as “the next Bob Dylan” and “the next Van Morrison”, high praise but both misunderstood his genius and commercially he was a failure, only having a small gathering of fans from New Jersey, ground zero for the development of his E Street Band.  Both his two previous efforts had shown his artistic promise, but for the common consumer they were too wordy and musically too busy (see Blinded By the Light) and the great songs from that time period (New York City Serenade, Rosalita (Come Out Tonight), Kitty’s Back, E Street Shuffle) were in danger of becoming footnotes rather than starting points.  His pianist David Sancious  had departed for a career in jazz fusion and his drummer at the time Vinnie Lopez would leave in 1974 after fighting with the bands manager over money issues.

He convinced his record label, Columbia, to grant him a larger budget for one last chance at making a commercially successful album,  if it failed, his career would be pretty much over.

Springsteen knew that he wanted this album to have an epic scope.  His album productions which were predominately heavy and warmly mixed would be replaced by a wall of sound technique (made famous by Phil Spector and Motown) to augment his songwriting in a midst of grandeur and epic beauty.  He would later recall this decision saying he wanted the album to sound like “Roy Orbison singing Bob Dylan, produced by Spector.”  During the early writing of Born to Run, Roy Bittan, a pianist, and Max Weinberg, a drummer were added to the E Street lineup, and the modern version of the E Street Band was born.  The album would take him 14 months to complete, 6 months alone were spent on Born to Run itself, with 11 guitar tracks in on the mix, and Thunder Road the albums opener is rumored to have 30 different guitar overdubs.  Simply put Springsteen was a perfectionist, spending hours looking for the right sound because he had huge aspirations “When I did Born To Run, I thought, ‘I’m going to make the greatest rock ‘n’ roll record ever made.’ “

And what a record it is, when it comes to songs, one of the most important things is the introduction, if you get a listener hooked at the very beginning, you’re pretty much guaranteed a hit song, Born to Run didn’t just have one good introduction, it has 8 of the best introductions in rock and roll.  From the bittersweet harmonica and piano opening of Thunder Road, to the horn and drum swaggering rhythm of Tenth Avenue Freeze-out, to the immediacy of the snare drum and saxophone blast of Night, to the beautiful swirling piano intro of Backstreets, to the epic snare drum and guitar line of Born to Run, the low guitar rumble and high organ playing on She’s the One, to the stark piano and horns of Meeting Across the River, to the absolutely beautiful violin and piano intro of Jungleland.  Born to Run doesn’t let up from beginning to end.

Lyrics are another key element of songs, ones that have a strong chorus and message are the ones that stand the test of time, and Springsteen’s on Born to Run are a thing of epic grandeur, the finest poetry ever committed to rock form.  Springsteen is so detailed you not only hear his words but you can see his characters fleshed out.  Mary dancing across her front porch listening to Roy Orbison singing “Only the Lonely” on the radio.  Bad Scooter (Bruce Springsteen) overcoming the odds to find himself on top with a band, saved by the Big Man (Clarence Clemens) and his saxophone.  Driving around at Night with the world busting from its seems, driven to escape from the menial day time job and breathe in the beauty of it all, thats just the first three, all of them are magnificently written.

Springsteen would never look back after Born to Run, becoming a huge commercial success and have a great live act.  Only Dave Matthews Band would hold only a candle to the reverence with which his followers held his live act and there was no one better from the 70′s-80′s.  Born to Run is by all means a classic album, and is in the Top 10, if not the Top 5 of all time.

Thunder Road


Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out


Night


Backstreets


Born to Run


She’s the One


Meeting Across the River


Jungleland


Rap Rebirth?

This is one for all you people that are sick of how rap has become take one line autotune it drop the bass to ridiculously low levels, spend more time on the music video than the actual creativity and call it a number one hit.  Rap used to be a musical tour de force to be envied, while most of music beared slight influence to predecessors, rap took samples and reworked them with a nimble lyric and rhythmic ability that few singers could match.  It also unlike many musical genres had few limitations, only jazz before it had such an expansive field for creativity. N.W.A., A Tribe Called Quest and De La Soul were the forerunners in their sample mastery, combining elements from 70′s funk and jazz along with great word interplay, Tupac and Biggie were next, combining big personalities with big funky samples and Jay-Z and Kanye West followed.  But rap has now seemingly hit a wall, creativity now plays a minor role to dance-ability, and being able to dance to a rap song is all well and good because there are times where mood and sobriety (or lack thereof) call for it.  However earlier in 2009 an album by the producer BK-One, Radio Do Canibal, brought a glimmer of hope to a revival of rap’s glorious hey day, the whole album is phenomenal but to pique your interest heres a little sampler.

The True & Living-

This song features a bass groove so downright funky Bootsy Collins and all of Parliment would have given their left nut to call it their own.  Not only is this sample hopping, but the vocals themselves bring to mind the Game and Nas at the top of their game, a must listen.


Gititit-

This song comes off like a call back to the old school rap groups freestyle jams, its funky and the lyrics are sly, you can hear a bit of Snoop Dogg and Jurassic 5 in this.


Here I Am-

This is a fine track and it would fit right in to Dr. Dre’s 2001, just listen to that great guitar sample and mellow production, its a great chill out song.


Philly Boy-

The Roots always frustrated because their talent as musicians seemed to overshadow their ability as a rap group, but let Black Thought assure you otherwise.


Blue Balls-

The sample on this is just on fire, organ, funky back-beat and guitar riff, J5 would have loved to have come up with this. Its a funny song lyrically as well.


Davy by Coconut Records

Heck I like this album so much I’m putting the rest of it up

Microphone

Drummer

Any Fun

Saint Jerome

Courtyard

Wandering Around

The Summer

I Am Young

Wires

Is This Sound Ok?

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