This is the fourth album from the
1990s I’ve reviewed in a row. Two of them I’ve owned for a long time and two
(including this one) are recent additions to the collection.
Disc 1042 is…Lost Dogs & Mixed Blessings
Artist: John
Prine
Year of Release: 1995
What’s up with the Cover? The instantly recognizable art
of John Callahan. While I found his TV show “Quads” pretty funny, I’ve never
been a fan of Callahan’s art. This picture does little to change my opinion.
How I Came To Know It: I was doing a recent dive through
John Prine’s back catalogue and this one caught my eye (ear?).
How It Stacks Up: Since parting with “The Missing Years” back at
Disc 1026, I now have five John Prine albums remaining. This one did much
better and is a keeper, although it only managed to land 3rd or 4th
overall, depending on how I feel about “Aimless Love” when I review it.
Ratings: 3 stars
John
Prine’s early career is full of quiet and thoughtful folk and country songs,
but 24 years on “Lost Dogs & Mixed Blessings” he opts for a bit more rock
and roll in the mix. The results are uneven.
First
the good stuff. Prine’s songwriting continues to be solid, and while these are rhythms
and melodies you will have heard countless times before, Prine knows how to use
them well enough that you forgive the lack of originality on that front.
Lyrically,
Prine has always been the king of self-examination, and on “Lost Dogs…” he
focuses his wit on relationships, mostly of the long-term variety. There are a
lot of love songs on this record that are so touching that they sometimes cross
into trite.
When
they stay on the right side of that line, they are touching and romantic. Twenty
years earlier “All the Way With You”
might have been about getting lucky down by the lake, but here Prine just
reminds you that relationships are a slow build, and a commitment to keep at it
not because you have to, but because you want to. It is an obvious theme, but
when you hear him sing it, you still smile.
On “We Are the Lonely” Prine lists the many
types of lonely out there in the world, including multiple hilarious references
to the newspaper dating section. These now seem anachronistic yet strangely
evocative of modern dating apps. When it comes to what it feels like to crave
human companionship, the more things change, the more they stay the same –
which is entirely Prine’s point.
“We Are the Lonely” is also one of the
songs where Prine “rocks out.” It isn’t terrible, but rock and roll is not
Prine’s strong suit. He does succeed better here than later, though. “Leave
the Light On” is a painful and strained appeal to Chuck Berry fifties rock,
which has more strained rhymes than I’ve ever heard in one place since “We Didn’t Start the Fire”. I suspect Prine
revels in these bad rhymes, having never shaken that ‘goofy uncle’ vibe in his
music.
“Lake Marie” is a beautiful song and the
album’s standout. It tells the story of Prine’s relationship with a lake,
through its discovery, naming, romantic excursions there and then – in an
unexpectedly morbid twist – a murder:
“The police had found two bodies
Their faces had been horribly
disfigured
By some sharp object.”
These lines
are more at home on an Opeth album, and a bit of a shocker given only a couple
minutes earlier Prine was remembering grilling Italian sausages down by the
lakeshore and cuddling his wife. This song should not work, but strangely, it does.
On “Humidity Built the Snowman” Prine writes
a pretty melody, but the metaphor feels strained, as though he fell in love
with the turn of phrase in the song title, and tried to build it into something
more than it was worth.
Near the
end of the record, “This Love Is Real”
gives a nice surprise, with a guest vocal from Marianne Faithfull. I love
Faithfull’s raspy hurt-filled voice. Prine has never been a strong singer, but
here Faithfull’s vocals bring the best out in him. Also a nice surprise –
heartbreaker Benmont Tench returns for another Prine album, lending his prodigious
talents on the piano and organ.
For the
second straight review, the album ended up being too long – this time 14 songs
and 57 minutes. This is a common malaise among nineties albums, as artists
realized they were no longer bound by the strict time limits of vinyl. The time
limits are a good thing, 90s artists – respect them!
At times
“Lost Dogs…” feels dated, but at other times it just feels experienced, with
Prine embracing aging and the perspective it gives you on life, love and even
lakeshore getaways.
Best
tracks: Ain’t
Hurtin’ Nobody, All the Way With You, We Are the Lonely, Lake Marie, This Love
is Real
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