I’ve been totally engrossed in Jason Isbell’s new album, Southeastern. This happens to me occasionally. Here are the albums I can think of that had the deepest hold on me at some point in my (now long) life:
Eagles, Greatest Hits Vol 1. Back in the ’80s, I had a Sony portable CD player that I took with me whenever I drove the Datsun 710 wagon that had been my mom’s until she handed it off for the kids’ use (the kids, at that point, being me). It didn’t plug into anything; it just sat on the passenger’s seat and played through its tiny, tinny speakers. And the Eagles was what I played while driving around—all day, every day, for months. Take It Easy … Lyin’ Eyes, Desperado, all those Henley/Frey tunes. It ends with The Best of My Love. There was no shuffle back in those days, so it always ended with Best of My Love. Then I started over again. God, I loved the Eagles. There are few things in life like listening to Don Henley sing.
Dire Straits, Making Movies. I’d always been kinda intrigued by Mark Knoppler’s group, but I was a bit of a miser and I didn’t like to, you know, part with my money. For anything. So it was a big step when I bought this—and fell helplessly, hopelessly in love. If it wasn’t for there being so few songs (7, and I didn’t like the last one, Les Boys), it was just about perfect. The first four are still 20 minutes of rock-n-roll heaven (Tunnel of Love, Skateaway, Romeo and Juliet, Espresso Love).
Patty Griffin, Living With Ghosts. I still can’t tell you why I picked this up, in 1997, but from the first gangly guitar chords of Moses, I was hooked—and have been ever since by Griffin. This album is so spare—it is essentially her demo tapes and just voice and guitar (which she strums into submission, basically)—that it hits you like a ton of bricks. Every Little Bit, Poor Man’s House, Sweet Lorraine are just the most beautiful, awful songs you can imagine. I’ve played this album, end to end, about 2,000 times. Virginia still finds Griffin’s warble a bit of a test, but she’s survived 17 years of it.
The Doors, LA Woman. I was a huge Doors fan as a teen, and this was the most played of the bunch. Strongest, bluesiest, with lots of throwaways-with-great-hooks (The WASP, Been Down So Long, Crawling King Snake) plus two all-time greats, the title song and Riders on the Storm. The Doors haven’t held up particularly well over time, I don’t listen to this full-through like I do many of the others, but it reminds me of a time and a posture in my life (that I don’t really miss much).
U2, Rattle and Hum. The Joshua Tree is about the start of my adult musical sensibility, but Rattle and Hum got even more playing time becauseit was about the best live album ever. You got all the Joshua faves, plus Desire, Angel of Harlem, All Along the Watchtower, When Love Comes to Town, and Helter Skelter. I still want to cry when the chorus pipes up in I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For. Played for about 3 weeks straight in my Acura Integra while sports editor at the Del State News in Dover, Del., in 1988.
John Hiatt, Bring the Family. Maybe my favorite album ever. Picked this up while working my first job, in Dover, Del., after reading a story on the AP wire about Hiatt. My tastes were not particularly twangy at that time, but the songwriting, Ry Cooder’s production and Hiatt’s voice wowed me in a way that I’ve never quite experienced again. Not a bad song in the bunch, with highlights being Have a Little Faith in Me (still regret this not being my first dance with Virginia at our wedding), Alone in the Dark, Thing Called Love, Your Dad Did, and Learning How to Love You. I really enjoyed the album after this, Slow Turning, but there’s something about Family, which hits my soft spot for redemptive efforts by talented, twangy storytellers (see next).
Jason Isbell, Southeastern. I read a profile of Isbell in the New York Times Sunday Magazine, but I wasn’t expecting anything great when I found the album on Spotify. I knew Isbell remotely from his Drive-By Truckers work, but the Truckers were very hit-and-miss for me. I listened to Relatively Easy and found it a jangly charmer. But nothing prepared me for my head-over-heels infatuation when I listened to the whole album. The songs unwind like Southern short stories. Elephant is a deft, unsparing account of a friend’s bout with cancer. Live Oak is a true-crime-story head-shrink classic. The rest are simply great. It’s a tour de force I haven’t yet been able to move past. As with Hiatt, Isbell’s newly sober and seems to sit on a ridgeline where he can clearly see the bad ol’ days and the sun rising on the horizon.
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