It has been a fun and eventful
long weekend. In addition to getting out
for drinks with friends I attended a vintage fashion fair, a vinyl fair (where
I bought two records). Last night Sheila
and I played Arkham Horror and successfully saved the world from an ancient
horror (screw you, Bokrug!). Today I
took her – Sheila, not Bokrug – out on a photo shoot for a travelling skirt
project she and her fellow fashion bloggers are up to.
The highlight the weekend was Saturday
night, when we went and saw Emmylou Harris, Rodney Crowell and Richard Thompson
perform at the Alix Goolden Hall. I feel
fortunate to have seen a living legend like Emmylou Harris perform live. In
preparation for the show, I invoked Rule #5 (see sidebar), and here is the
resulting review, followed by a review of the concert.
Disc 566 is…. Old Yellow Moon
Artist: Emmylou
Harris and Rodney Crowell
Year of Release: 2013
What’s up with the Cover? Emmylou and Rodney share a moment on some old country
road. These two have known each other
for decades and the affection they have for each other comes through in this
picture and all the other pictures in the album sleeve as well.
How I Came To Know It: I am a longtime Emmylou Harris fan, and this was
just me buying her latest album when it came out in advance of seeing her in
concert. Concerts are usually more
enjoyable when you know the music beforehand.
How It Stacks Up: It is hard to stack up a collaboration album like
this one. I have ten of Emmylou’s solo
albums, and two collaboration albums (this one and another called “All The Road
Running” that she did with Mark Knopfler in 2006). The two compilations are pretty equal, but
I’ll put this one second, if only because I’m a bigger fan of Mark Knopfler than
I am of Rodney Crowell.
Rating: 3 stars
“Old Yellow Moon” is “an album forty years in the making” as
Emmylou herself said a number of times at the concert on Saturday. Considering all the previous collaboration
between her and Rodney Crowell, it is surprising that they didn’t do an album
like this years ago.
Given that it took so long to finally
do so, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that the album has a very traditional feel. These songs would be equally at home in the
fifties and sixties as they do today (and in the case of the Roger Miller cover
“Invitation to the Blues” they
actually date from the fifties). The other songs have their origins in almost
every decade since, all the way up to some modern compositions by Crowell and steel
guitar player Hank DeVito. Crowell and
Harris give them all arrangements that are rooted in bluegrass and old
Nashville country.
As ever, the best part of the
record is Emmylou Harris’ voice. Even at
age 66 it is still a powerful instrument, with the signature quaver that has
made her rightfully famous. Most of the time, she blends her talents with Rodney
Crowell’s vocals, who is also no slouch.
Crowell has a very high register and the two of them make pretty
harmonies together. They cleverly leave
a little space in between these harmonies, letting each voice’s distinctive
quality stand out, while still complementing its counterpart.
This is particularly effective on
their remake of the Kris Kristofferson’s “Chase
the Feeling,” a song about drug/alcohol abuse. Kristofferson has been one of my favourite
songwriters for years, with brilliant lines like these:
“And you’re dealing with some demons
Who are driving you insane
And I’ve seen them drag you screaming
Down the hallways of your brain.
“You got loaded again
Ain’t you handsome when you’re high
Nothing matters
Chase the feeling ‘til you die.”
I enjoy Kristofferson’s gravelly
original well enough, but the up-tempo version that Harris and Crowell perform
on “Old Yellow Moon” captures the manic quality of addiction and makes the
whole song unexpectedly more poignant.
Following immediately after such a
brilliant song about addition, “Black
Caffeine” stands out like a sore thumb.
Coffee addition is a real thing, but it isn’t what Kristofferson was
writing about, and hearing about how you take your coffee immediately after
witnessing demons dragging someone down the hallways of his mind falls
flat. Even if this song wasn’t so poorly
placed, it just doesn’t stand up to the quality on the rest of the album. Fortunately,
“Black Caffeine” is the only song on
the album I didn’t enjoy at some level.
There are lots of good “old timey”
up tempo songs on the record that are good (notably Crowell taking the lead on “Bluebird Wine” a song he wrote but that Harris
originally made famous). For all that,
my favourites on the album are the slower and more somber songs, maybe because
they let Emmylou’s vocals drip with hurt and heartache. I love her singing the Patti Scialfa’s “Spanish Dancer” which lets her voice
shine solo. Not to be outdone, Crowell
delivers a tearjerker of his own composition with “Open Season on My Heart” with an assist on the hurt-meter from
Harris’ masterful vocals on the harmony.
Overall, “Old Yellow Moon” is
relaxed and understated record by two master musicians who have a strong chemistry
with each other that comes out clearly in their performances. This isn’t an album to knock you out of your
chair, but it has a quiet and refined beauty that settles and soothes, like a
cup of warm tea on a cold winter’s night.
Best tracks: Spanish
Dancer, Open Season on My Heart, Chase the Feeling, Bluebird Wine, Old Yellow
Moon
The Concert – November 9, 2013 at the Alix Goolden Hall
It is hard to go wrong seeing a
show at the Alix Goolden Hall; an old Presbyterian Church converted to a
concert hall. The place has amazing acoustics
and all the sound man has to do is not over-amplify the place.
The show was opened by Richard
Thompson, who with well over twenty albums of his own, spanning more than forty
years is a legend in his own right. A big
shout out to Sheila’s coworker Greg W. who put us on to Thompson a few weeks
ago and helped me appreciate him in advance of seeing him live.
Thompson did not disappoint. He did a set of about seven or eight songs, and
all were excellent. In terms of
performance banter, he isn’t nearly as funny as he thinks he is, but he is
personable and relaxed on stage. More
importantly, man can he play guitar. I sat in awe watching his fingers
effortlessly move up and down the fretboard with precision and feeling.
Thompson was so good that after he
finished the enthusiastic crowd gave him a standing ovation for over five
minutes, clapping in unison and urging him to return for an encore. Of course, it was Emmylou’s night so an encore
was not in the cards, although he did come out and perform a couple songs with
her and Crowell later.
Richard Thompson was a hard act to
follow, but Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell were up to the task. Eschewing any introductory banter, they
launched right into some Gram Parsons classics, with “Return of the Grievous Angel” and “Wheels” both of which were brilliantly played. Later they would play a tear jerker version
of his classic “Love Hurts” as well.
It must be hard to choose a set
list from forty years of music, but it was expertly done. In addition to Gram Parson, they honoured
Townes Van Zandt with understated versions of “Pancho and Lefty” and “If I
Needed You” (the latter of which I am learning on guitar myself). “Pancho
and Lefty” is always great, although I could’ve used Emmylou’s mike being
turned up just a little bit more because – duh.
I like a concert where the new
album gets featured, and “Old Yellow Moon” was well represented. They did six of the record’s twelve songs and
although with the exception of “Bluebird
Wine” they weren’t the six I would’ve chosen, they were still good. Experienced artists always come alive a
little bit more when they are doing new material – it only makes sense if you
think about how often they’ve played their old material.
Kudos to the backup band as well,
particularly lead guitar and keyboards, both of whom were amazing. Long-standing acts like Emmylou Harris
consistently find the best of the best when they tour, and it definitely
showed.
The lead up to the encore was a
bit busy, with an obvious effort being made to get the room amped up to end the
show, but I forgave it all when the final song was “Boulder to Birmingham” – one of my all-time favourites. If she’d played “Before Believing” I would
probably have fainted with delight, so good thing she stopped there.
And guilty pleasure – the gentle dig
and sly grin they both gave Lee Ann Womack’s version of Crowell’s “Ashes by Now” (“someone else had a hit with it a few years back”) before they lit
into a version that – if you’ll pardon the extended metaphor – burned the pants
off of the Womack Nu-Country effort.
And a final note of appreciation
for the crowd, who were enthusiastic and present in the performance and not in
any way a distraction to my experience.
There was a guy in front of me who with his Beatles-style bowl cut and turtleneck
sweater reminded me of a sixties Bond villain.
He was a bit tall, but turned out to be as friendly and respectful as everyone
else in the crowd, such that I forgave the partially lost sight line without a
moment’s hesitation.
Shot of the old organ at the Alix Goolden Hall. |
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