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This One's On My Eternal Playlist - Review written on March 09, 2006
Rating: 5 out of 5
13 customers found this review helpful.
I have all James McMurtry's albums, have seen him several times over various releases, and this is still the acme for me. This album continues to resonate after all these years. When my Ipod hits a song from this album in its shuffle I invariably turn the volume up. This is a beautiful album, but one that does not take a cheery view of life. These are not songs that will make you smile or brighten your day. McMurtry's world is populated with the desperate, the failed, and those just hanging on. The songs "Down Across the Delaware", "Levelland", "One More Winter", and "Where'd You Hide the Body" are so lovely and so bleak. And if you are ever driving across west Texas, this is part of the soundtrack you need to play (see also Terry Allen and Jimmie Dale Gilmore). Give a listen to a great singer-songwriter and his best album (so far).
One of my "desert island discs" - Review written on October 16, 2003
Rating: 5 out of 5
9 customers found this review helpful, 1 did not.
If you were the son of the guy who wrote "The Last Picture Show" (father Larry McMurtry), what would you do? Paint houses, build houses, tend the bar, and generally pretend like you're not your father's son so that you don't have to live up to the expectations. But lucky for us, the younger McMurtry eventually got around to writing songs in his late 20s, and he had a hell of a lot to say. Thankfully he took the high road and didn't pre-judge every last podunk town and oddball hick in the Texas outlands that were his home. Rather, he told it like he saw it, maybe because he himself had stayed "too long in the wasteland" (ironically the title of his 1988 debut album.) By the time McMurtry hit his mid-30s, both his songwriting and guitar chops had matured to the point that I think this album can be favorably compared to Bob Dylan's opus "Blood on the Tracks" (also written in his mid-30s.) Yes, I say favorably, because "Where'd You Hide the Body" has absolutely no filler, whereas "Blood on the Tracks" suffered from the inclusion of "Lily Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts" and out-of-tune instruments on some tracks. The title track here is indeed the standout, but the songwriting quality is outstanding throughout. Plus, McMurtry's got the dusty voice (and the gritty guitar, a Fender VI electric) to match the content.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em so I won't have to shoot - Review written on October 02, 2003
Rating: 5 out of 5
5 customers found this review helpful, 5 did not.
James McMurtry inherited the storytelling gene from his father, novelist Larry McMurtry ("Lonesome Dove", "Dead Man's Walk", "Terms of Endearment", etc.). This album features some of his most interesting and catchy work, as he sings about love, heartbreak, childhood, and drunkenness. Highly recommended.
You gotta hear this! - Review written on October 04, 2002
Rating: 5 out of 5
7 customers found this review helpful, 1 did not.
This album starts out with six of the finest examples of songwriting that you are bound to encounter, anywhere. The next seven (including the instumental) fall just a notch below the openers in terms of quality.
With a knack for illuminating the tiniest details, James McMurtry has the ability to boil a short story down into a song. The songs themselves, detail lives in small towns and on the margins of society with empathy, but without romanticizing them into cliches. They are just like mini-documentaries delivered in the authors weary, been there-seen that voice.
Don Dixon's production is inventive and does an outstanding job of throwing these tales into high relief. If you admire anyone who can be considered a songwriter's songwriter, and are unfamiliar with James McMurtry's work, Start here.
There's no such thing as a "perfect" album . . . - Review written on April 05, 2000
Rating: 5 out of 5
8 customers found this review helpful, 1 did not.
. . . but this is as close as you're likely to come. In all seriousness, I put *Body* on my personal shortlist of all-but-perfect albums, alongside Lyle Lovett's *Joshua Judges Ruth,* Patty Griffin's *Living With Ghosts,* Freedy Johnston's *Can You Fly* . . . even Dylan's *Blood on the Tracks* is an apt comparison. Several of the songs on this record -- "Levelland," "Down Across the Delaware," "Melinda," "Iolanthe" -- are, in my estimation, as good as any songs ever written by anybody, anywhere.
I don't want to regurgitate the praises offered by previous reviewers; they're all true, and all warranted. Instead, I'd like to use this space to draw particular attention to "Rachel's Song," which is one of the most powerful and affecting things I know. Written and sung from the perspective of an abandoned woman -- addressing in absentia the man who left her -- it's unlike anything else on the record: elsewhere McMurtry is sardonically funny and basically generous of spirit; this, however, is a long, level stare into the abyss -- a depiction of a cold, bottomless, almost inarticulate hatred that's so utterly pure as to consume or negate everything outside of itself. Absolutely stunning; I've never heard anything else remotely like it. To quote Jorge Luis Borges (on Robert Graves) -- this fable deserves to be very ancient.