Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Top 10 CDs of 2019


Here we are again, me, my wife, my mom, and you, yes you. You took the time to click on a link to see what this old washed-up singer/songwriter was listening to in 2019. Looking back at my blog, if you can still call it that, this is my 10th year of posting a Top 10 list. There are some familiar faces here, but, like always, some new artists moved me this year.

Like previous years, I’ve got rules and shit. Number one rule: I had to actually purchase the CD. If I didn’t love it enough to own it, then it is not list worthy. Seems pretty logical to me. I know you streamers, who cannot wrap your head around buying an album, are #SYDHs, to which I say, GET OFF OF MY LAWN!!! This is my list, after all. The other rules, with no particular weight, include: how often I listened to the album; how good the artist can pull it off live (yes; I know that doesn’t seem to fit an album review, but, again, it’s my list, and I do what I want up in this piece); quality of recording; strength of lyrics; no EPs; no live albums – it has to be new music, if an artist did a live CD of all new songs, I would consider it; and, for artists that have multiple albums under their belts, how this album compares to their other work.



With the nitty gritty out of the way, I wanted to just mention Homecoming by Beyonce. It’s a live recording from Coachella, not new material; therefore, it cannot be in the running for my Top 10, but, come on, Beyonce at Coachella, with a drumline. The performance was masterful, and the recording is incredible. It deserves to be owned by all. 







Alright, let’s dive in…

I am pretty sure every recording Dallas Green has done since I started doing these Top 10s has made the list. I have a tattoo that pays homage to Sometimes for fuck’s sake. He is brilliant with the voice of an angel. No one. And I mean NO ONE can duplicate the purity of his falsetto, and his instrumentation is always inspiring. The recording is a thing of beauty, the placement of the instruments, the harmonies, the explosions of sound that create interesting sonic layers. It is exactly as it is billed, a pill for loneliness. When I wake-up, and I am just not feeling it, I get it spinning and, immediately, I feel comforted.


I am a SUCKER for harmonies, if you’ve ever read any of my Top 10s or followed my Facebook Music Page where I post what I am listening to daily, you know this. When the singers are related, the harmonies are always the best. I cannot explain it, but there is something about the shared experiences dancing with shared genetics that makes them glorious. Enter Joseph. Three sisters. Two of them twins. Yeah; glorious. Good Luck, Kid represents real growth for the band. I’m Alone, You’re Not, their 2016 effort always seemed overproduced to me. It didn’t seem authentic. It didn't sound as incredible as they do live, but this album really displays the strength of the unit without overwhelming it with slick production. Lyrically they have always been strong. They provide very personal stories that have universal appeal. Thirteen tracks and not one of them seems forced (Yeah you read that right; 13. In the age of the 7 song CD, they gave us 13). “Green Eyes” stands out to me. The build into the chorus gets me jazzed every time.


I mean, it’s Norah Jones. Can Norah put out of flop? I do not think so. She is a genius. She is an incredible musician, lyricist, and singer, and she knows no boundaries. Her creativity is limitless. My only knock on this recording is it is only seven songs. I want more! But the seven songs are so damn strong it could not be denied. I am listening to it as type. My mind is fully engaged, and my ass is busting a move in my chair, feet all tapping and shit. When well written words are married to music that causes your body to move involuntarily, you know you’ve done something right. “Wintertime” may be a perfect song. The instrumentation is tastefully offered with amazing spacing, allowing breath, and the words weave a blanket we can all use to keep us warm.



Y’all, Clark is a master musician. He plays with an honesty that most of us can only dream of achieving, and he will not allow himself to be boxed in by Blues norms. Yes, he is a Blues musician, but he is pushing those boundaries, and hopefully attracting new artists to the genre. This Land will go down as one of the best protests albums of the 45 era. I could say so much about Clark and this recording, but I want to save the space so you can read the lyrics for “This Land.”



Paranoid and pissed off
Now that I got the money
Fifty acres and a model A
Right in the middle of Trump country
I told you there goes a neighborhood
Now mister Williams ain't so funny
I see you looking out your window
Can't wait to call the police on me

When I know you think I'm up to something
I'm just eating out but still hungry
And this is my analogy
I ain't even near you can't 'til you put me
I remember when you used to tell me
Nigga run, nigga run
Go back where you come from
Nigga run, nigga run
Go back where you come from
We don't want, we don't want your kind
We think you's a dog born
Fuck you, I'm America's son
This is where I come from

This land is mine
This land is mine
This land is mine
This land is mine

Up 'til the sun comes up
No I can't stop grinding
And I can't let 'em break me
No I can't let 'em find me
You can meet my friend the governor
Only if you wanna try me
Or you can meet my other friend the judge
Just in case you think I'm lying

And I know you think I'm up to something
I'm just eating out but still hungry
And this is my analogy
I ain't leaving here you can't take it from me
I remember when you used to tell me

Nigga run, nigga run
Go back where you come from
Nigga run, nigga run
Go back where you come from
We don't want, we don't want your kind
We think you's a dog born
Fuck you, I'm America's son
This is where I come from

This land is mine
This land is mine
This land is mine
(This land is mine)

This land is mine (this land is)
This land is mine (this land is)
This land is mine (this land is)
This land is mine (this land is)


Brittany Howard cannot be contained; she is a force of nature that knows no master. Jaime is the height of artistic expression. The recording serves up so many courses for hungry ears. It perfectly balances modern production and vintage instrumentation, never allowing one to dominate the other. Her voice is as powerful as ever, and her story is more honest than ever. “Georgia” opened my eyes and allowed me to get a little closer to this songwriter that I have respected for so many years while “Goat Head” reminded me that there is still a lot of work to be done on this American experiment.

See, tomatoes are green
And cotton is white
My heroes are black
So why God got blue eyes?

My daddy, he stayed
My grandmama's a maid
My mama was brave
To take me outside
'Cause mama is white
And daddy is black
When I first got made
Guess I made these folks mad
See, I know my colors, see
But what I wanna know is...

Who slashed my dad's tires and put a goat head in the back?
I guess I wasn't s'posed to know that, too bad
I guess I'm not 'posed to mind 'cause I'm brown, I'm not black
But who said that?
See, I'm black, I'm not white
But I'm that, nah, nah, I'm this, right?
I'm one drop of three-fifths, right?


Son Volt, like City and Colour, is one of those bands that always makes the list when they drop a CD, largely based on the strength of Jay Farrar’s lyrics. In my opinion, Jason Isbell, Jay Farrar, and Benjamin Gibbard are the best lyricists of the generation. Union is the quintessential protest album, and Farrar is able to accomplish that without beating the listener over the head with obvious phrases. Sometimes you need a “Fuck you I’m America’s son” and sometimes you need a “They can fill up the jails but it won't make a dent, the sins don't wash away in the sea of discontent,” from “The 99.” Like all of Son Volt’s recordings, this latest album is clean. The production is timeless. The instruments are well placed in the mix with throaty and twangy guitars being featured throughout. The vocals sit upfront, and the harmonies help fill the space beneath. The groove on “Broadsides” is probably my favorite of the album. It’s one of those that just impels you to make a stank face while your body gyrates.


For most of the year, this album sat at #1. I absolutely love von Kampen’s voice. Her YouTube presence is incredible, dropping multiple live videos making it clear she is the real deal. If I wrote this list next week, she may move back up. The top four are always so fickle. Day to day. After Another Day, Desdemona, and an amazing Audiotree recording, Old Country finally gave us what we have been waiting for, for years, a full disc. Eight songs to sink our teeth into, and they did not disappoint. Not one throwaway in the bunch. What I love most about this recording is it is understated. In the age of electronics and big production, von Kampen stays true to her Americana roots, highlighting the beautiful tones of real instruments that help to showcase her lyrics and incredibly pure vocals.


I always feel somewhat strange about including artists that I actually know, like somehow it invalidates the strength of the recording, but I defy you to find a better recorded CD in 2019. The production on Evergreen is the shit I dream about. The layers are tasty. The vocals are perfectly placed. The harmonies are so beautifully positioned that you don’t even realize they are there unless you are really, really, listening for them. The guitar tones drop my jaw and weaken my knees. Maybe it’s because Evergreen sits in my musical wheelhouse, but damn it I love this CD, and I have been publicly gushing about it since it dropped. It’s a toe tapper. It’s sultry. It’s a showcase of great songwriting and musicianship. It’s everything a timeless CD should be.


Y’all this CD came out of no where for me. I hadn’t even heard of the Black Pumas. I was just using YouTube to listen to music while I was getting shit done at work, and ol’ YT decided I needed to hear “Colors,” and I did. They are a merger of everything I really love about music. So much diversity and soul, paying homage to the past, but pushing the music forward. Marvelous musicianship and songs that actually say something. You can dance to it, get butt-ass naked and make love to it, or just chill while sipping on a nice glass of Woodford Reserve, allowing the sounds to sooth your soul. Hell, if you are really skilled, you could probably push play on Black Pumas, get butt-ass naked and make love while sipping on some Woodford. It’s your world. You do you, just make sure you give this one a spin.


1.2, you may be saying. Well, I just realized Cuz I Love You was released in 2019. Some singles from the album were release much earlier, so it seems like it has been out forever. Despite bending my own damn rules, I am including it because it is too damn good. “Tempo” is my jam of the year. When I am really wanting to get down, I put that bad boy on and just love life. The thing that is so great about Lizzo is she has broad appeal. I cannot count how many times I have been carting members of my son’s 4th grade football team around and we are all breaking it down to this album. You want to have a good time. You want to dance your ass off. You want to appreciate an incredible musician that is totally authentic and inspiring, put in some Lizzo and try not to bounce. 


Those that are really connected to me saw this coming. Unlike Black Pumas, Bombara, City and Colour, Son Volt, and von Kampen who all make music similar to the music I make, I have no idea how Elena Tonra does it. It’s not just the instrumentation or the the downbeat, it’s her phrasing, her control. It's the sparseness. She is able to get so much out of every beat, every syllable. No CD got more play from me this year than Ex:Re. More than anything, I want music to make me feel, and I do not care what the emotion is, I just want real, true, emotions. I cannot listen to this album without getting all up in my feelings. While Lizzo gave me my party CD, Ex:Re gave me my I’d like a good cry CD. Lyrically it is pure poetry. I’ve listened to “The Dazzler” seven times in a row. I could put it on repeat and never tire. The images Tonra pens are vivid and heart breaking. They are everything I want.  

The night is young at the Dazzler
I spiked my own drink, took myself to bed
Alone I pondered the cheap thrills of hotels
The miniatures, the endless throwaway towels
One for my hair, one for my foot
Another for my other foot
My face, my neck, my spilt beverages

Drunk in my hotel room, I look perfect
I look like I'm 24 before I caught your coldness
God, I'm gorgeous
I keep begging for late checkouts
Let me stay here, let me live here
In room 232 till I expire, I can shower for hours
Leave the lights on, I'm not paying those bills

The neighbours are quiet, no one is back yet
I think about the falsity of hotel sex
Expensive bed sheets and the orange glowing filaments
The way you used to say you love me
In the heat of it, holiday feeling
When it wasn't over too quick
Yeah, I'll throw the TV out the window
And I'll paint the whole room gold
I'll make potions with the minibar here
Yeah, I feel unbalanced, put my feet on the walls
Trying to meet you all night, I'm not paying for calls

Oh, this is heaven
Alone
Yeah, this is living
Alone  

   
I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, but here are the other albums I purchased this year. Again, they were good enough to get beyond a simple stream, good enough that I had to own them, just not enough room in the Top 10. There may be something here you also want to check out.
  

Andrea von Kampen
Twlights & Evening Bell (EP)
Beyonce
Homecoming (Live)
Copeland
Blushing
Glen Hansard
This Wild Willing
Jesse Gannon
Jesse Gannon (EP)
Lowland Hum
Glyphonic
Maybe April
The Other Side
Patty Griffin
Patty Griffin
Sara Bareilles
Amidst the Chaos
Seth Walker
Are You Open?
Silversun Pickups
Widow's Weeds
Tank & the Bangas
Green Balloon
The Black Keys
Let's Rock
The Lumineers
III
Tool
Fear Inoculum


While I do think being a singer/songwriter affords me a certain amount of credibility, I am certainly not saying these are the only recordings worthy of listening to from 2019. I am sure many of you have different lists of great albums I should check out, so please post them in the comments. I am always open to being moved by new music. 

Until next year...

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Top 10 CDs of 2018


2019 has wearily made its appearance. Having just returned from a trip out to South Carolina to watch my son play in an All-American Bowl, exhaustion barely allowed us to watch the ball drop before we were all deep in dreams.

At this point, I am usually two clicks away from posting my Top Ten list, but not today; today I am staring at a blank page and a flashing cursor. I’ve been tracking my music purchases and shifting positions, so the list has some form to it, but there will be some last-minute shifts for sure.

In truth, I almost said fuck it. I mean I don’t really have a blog anymore. I write one post at the end of the year that my wife and mom will read, but that’s about it. Okay, you; you’ll read it, and I appreciate that, but that is it, just my wife, my mom, and you.

So why do it?

Because I am a sucker for tradition, and I don’t have it in me to quit.

Before diving in, let’s talk about the albums that didn’t make it because of my rules (Oh yeah, I do have rules. See any of my other Top Tens from past years for a list of the rules. Ain’t nobody got time for that today) but still deserve a mention.

Live CDs, unless they are a live recording of brand new songs, are a no go. It’s apples to honey dew, and that’s not how I get down. That being said, City and Colour released Guide Me Back Home, and it is a gorgeous recording. HIGHLY recommend. Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit dropped Live from the Ryman, and it too is worthy of a purchase.

Similarly, EPs are not in contention. I mean, I love that an artist put out 5 amazing songs, but I want more. I deserve more, and so do you. That being said. Nasir by Nas is incredible and is currently my son’s get-up disc before basketball games. Nasir is 7 songs, so it almost made to cut, but I decided more was needed. Boygenius by Boygenius is the collaboration we have all been waiting for, and Your Smith put out Bad Habit, which hopefully foreshadows the great things to come from Caroline Smith’s new project.

With the formalities out of the way, let’s dive in.


New Moon was a hard one for me. It barely made the list. Loma, Ume, and August Greene all made a run at it, but the strength of Lee’s vocals and the lyrical content won me over. Here is my issue with New Moon, the production, the treatment of the songs covered their pure beauty. If you stripped anyone of these 10 tracks down to Amos and his guitar, it could have been song of the year for me. And to be clear, it wasn’t the production on every song. “Hang On, Hang On” is everything I love about Lee’s work. “Don’t Fade Away” is uncluttered, allowing the listener to really embrace the emotion of the lyric. Unfortunately, the power of “No More Darkness, No More Light” is clouded by an electronic rendition that seems out of place to these ears, and to select that track as the opener just baffled me. Was that Lee’s decision or some suit trying to grab a younger audience? I don’t know, but I do not approve. “Louisville” elicited the same response from me. There were pluses and minuses for me, and that is why it landed in the 10 spot. On voice alone, there is no other male singer that I would rather listen to. Lyrically, it is definite Top 5, just questions some of the production decisions.



You want some last-minute changes? I bought this yesterday after reading an RFT Article. Embarrassingly, I didn’t even know they released new music this year. I am really good about checking iTunes new releases every Friday, going to the Wiki page for new releases, etc., but somehow Nearer My God escaped me. For fans of Foxing it is what you would expect, but better. They got some polish with Chris Walla in the booth, and they are just better musicians. You cannot tour as much as they do and not perfect your craft. The harmonies on “Nearer My God” stand out, as does the musical tapestry that “Five Cups” weaves. As someone that has called St. Louis home since 1998, I loved seeing tracks called “Crown Candy” and “Lambert.” I’d be lying if I said I don’t need to spend more time with this recording, but the elements are all so strong, that it demanded relevance.



The Bird and the Rifle snuck up on me in 2016, so when I caught wind that McKenna was releasing new music in 2018, I was ready. Picking up from her 2016 release, The Tree features her incredible way with words and that storyteller’s voice. The combination makes it impossible for me to shift the album to background music. When it is playing, I am there, in the story, watching the images McKenna paints appear before my eyes, each character and old friend that I am happy to see. This is the album that men struggling to appreciate the women in their life and women fighting for their self-worth need to hear. So many tracks with strong messages that need to land on eager ears.



I am pretty sure I once said that Foucault was one of the best songwriters of his generation. That has not changed. Blood Brothers opens with “Dishes;” and, out of the gate, I am left thinking, damn, I could never write something that good. It is pure poetry:

Swing the axe
In the hour before daylight
Note the sparks
That attend to the blade
A thing made free
Of itself leaps apart
And the heart divided
Would do just the same

The disc never lets up. The production is clean and understated, highlighting the lyric, the vocals, and the emotions being offered. I’d be hard pressed to pick a favorite track. It is such a complete album. It’s the kind of disc that may get lost on the shelf from time to time, but when you put it on, you immediately regret not listening to it every day.



My guts says if you loved Coming Home you either hated this recording or were obsessed with it. Put me in the obsessed camp. Good Thing starts out with that neo-soul vibe that makes you appreciate Bridges for reclaiming an era that, despite the art that was being created, was pretty fucked up, but immediately it jumps the listener to the jazziest groove I have heard in a long time. If “Bad Bad News” doesn’t make you want to snap a finger and shake your ass, I’d check your pulse. And the guitar work is sick, like take me to the shrink cause this man just blew my mind, sick. Track to track it is solid. So much smoky goodness. I get stank face just listening to it. If I had to pick one track, “Mrs.” is straight-up the sexiest song recorded in 2018. I promise you babies are being made to that song right now. If you are done having kids, press skip when you come to track 9.



I could not tell you where I heard about Smith, but I sure am glad I paid attention. Every time I spin Starfire I am left thinking, damn what I great recording. It’s got the Nashville polish without the forced crossover appeal. It crosses over naturally, no 808 and some cheesy embedded country rap needed. Her vocals are powerful and clear. The lyrics are exceptional. She is painting movies that unfold before the listeners with closed eyes. Too many standout tracks to list, but “This Town Is Killing Me” is the song every singer/songwriter that has tried to make it wishes they would have written.

I pour my heart out, three minutes at a time
On a J-45, but no one's listening
They're too busy drinking on the company tab
I scream my lungs out, confess my secrets, all my sins
But they don't give a damn
Cause if it don't sound like the radio? Pass



I always feel like a poser trying to talk about hip-hop. While I am confident in my knowledge of Americana, Blues, Funk, Country, Rock, and Soul, I do not have the pedigree to adequately explain why one hip-hop CD is better than another, so I’ll just say this, my family has bumped to Everything is Love on several roadtrips. The songs are inviting, Beyonce’s rich vocals juxtaposed against Jay-Z’s expert flow, both sitting on-top very musical tracks. “Apeshit” gets the car hype, “Black Effect” gets us thinking, and “LoveHappy” just leaves us feeling good.



I am going to be flat out honest, I had never heard of J Cole before KOD, and I only heard of him because I became mildly obsessed with Lost in Vegas which is a YouTube Channel where Ryan and George record their reactions to songs. My initial interest was seeing their legitimate joy when hearing Chris Stapleton kill it. They have also done reactions to Jason Isbell, which were incredible, but my favorite videos of theirs are when they review hip-hop. Like I said above, I do not have the pedigree, but they do, and I learn so much when I listen to them talk about the genre. They did a full album review of KOD, and I was sold. That disc has probably received as many plays as any other album that I purchased in 2018. If you’ve got an hour, go watch that video. They do such a great job of explaining why the album is so good. If you want to listen to one track, “1985” is incredible. My favorite line may seem so simple but it is SO slick.

Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house

As a writer, the way he uses the similar sound of “mama” and “mom a” is fuckin’ genius level shit.


They are back, and they are in the same spot. On the heels of the critically acclaimed Sleeping Through the War which was produced by Grammy award winner, David Cobb, All Them Witches flipped the script and decided to produce Atw themselves. They slayed it. It breathes differently, but it is every bit All Them Witches. Like last year, Atw quickly became Teddy’s get-up CD for football games, so we listened to it A LOT. So many times that even Wendy Mae can sing all the songs. He also asked me to use “Fishbelly 86 Onions” for his highlight video this year, so that held some weight. But we also got to see All Them Witches twice this year. Once in Columbia as a four piece and then in St. Louis as a three piece. They fuckin’ killed it. Watching them makes me miss being in a band more than any band I have seen in recent memory. The interplay. The tightness, but the willingness and ability to take the song where it wants to go on that particular night. You can tell they love what they are doing, and that makes all the difference. Atw feels like a live recording. It has that energy that is often lost when a producer is trying to make a hit instead of an album. I love this entire recording, but “Fishbelly 86 Onions,” “Workhorse,” and “Half-Tongue” standout for different reasons – energy, lyrics, and groove. Still, the track I put on repeat is “Harvest Feast.” I mean, a straight slow blues jam? Come on. Ya damn right I am listening to that one again. I started playing guitar because I have a big ass voice, and I want to play the blues like BB. “Harvest Feast” is just an evolved BB, like if BB and Black Sabbath decided to collaborate.


For once I am not alone on my number one, NPR and Paste both agreed with me. Historian has been sitting in that spot since March when it dropped, and nothing came along to bump it off. It is not just Dacus’s mesmerizing voice and her intrapersonal but universally accessible lyrics that helped her make the list in 2016. With Historian it is the band, too. They are incredible musicians. The drummer provided some of my favorite tracks, and watching him do it live it is real treat. The bassist solidly lays the foundations, allowing the rest of the band to have maximum expression as they build the track. The lead guitarist tastefully drapes the songs in covers that were made for new lovers, always adding never detracting from the song. And the auxiliary musicians that they brought in for the recording followed a similar pattern, contributing but never overwhelming the recording. The true sign of a great album is the merit of the individual songs, and there are no throwaways on Historian. I’d have to fight myself between “Addictions” and “Pillar of Truth” for favorite song, but then “Timefighter” would step in and kick the shit out of all of them, me, and anyone who is listening.