{"id":22599,"date":"2024-09-12T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-09-12T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aata.dev\/?p=22599"},"modified":"2024-09-11T18:22:40","modified_gmt":"2024-09-11T17:22:40","slug":"albums-by-singer-songwriters","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aata.dev\/index.php\/2024\/09\/12\/albums-by-singer-songwriters\/","title":{"rendered":"ALBUMS BY SINGER SONGWRITERS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Norman Warwick is reminded by Paste<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

ALBUMS BY SINGER SONGWRITERS<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The singer-songwriter genre contains dozens of artists doing wonderful work\u2014often with little recognition in a world grown ever louder and ever more aggressive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In its most literal meaning, the phrase \u201csinger-songwriter\u201d can apply to any artists who sing their own compositions\u2014be it Trent Razor or Bootsy Collins. But that\u2019s not the way the term is used in everyday conversation. Most people use the expression to describe a more specific group of musicians: those who emphasize their original lyrics by pushing the vocal and acoustic guitar (or piano) to the front of the mix in songs that draw heavily from the Celtic-Appalachian and rural-blues traditions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Narrowing the meaning in this way makes the term more useful, for it gives us a shorthand to distinguish one group of artists from another. That\u2019s why we have genres; they give us fans a vocabulary for talking about different sounds and styles. It\u2019s easy to make fun of singer-songwriters, for coffeehouses and festivals are full of performers whose earnestness is all out of proportion with the mediocrity of their work. That\u2019s true of every genre, of course, but it\u2019s more obvious when the poor singers have nothing but wooden boxes to hide behind. So I\u2019d like to shine a light on some of the year\u2019s most interesting albums from acoustic songwriters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chris Smither (left) <\/em><\/strong>was part of the second wave of singer-songwriters that followed Bob Dylan\u2019s generation in the early \u201870s. Smither, now 79, became semi-famous when Bonnie Raitt covered his debut album\u2019s lubricious uptempo blues, \u201cLove Me Like a Man,\u201d a song also recorded by Diana Krall. It\u2019s still what Smither is best known for, but he has continued to develop as both a writer and performer, and his new album,\u00a0All About the Bones,<\/em>\u00a0is merely the latest in a long string of impressive, under-the-radar recordings. Unlike most of his singer-songwriter colleagues, Smither is a terrific guitarist. When he takes a guitar solo, its slinky blues melody is an enhancement of the lyrics, not a lull between verses. And the lyrics are full of surprises themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The new disc\u2019s title track, for example, compares the function of rhythm in a song to the function of the skeleton in the body. The vocal is full of witty puns and riffs on bones, but it follows the song\u2019s propulsive pulse to a meditation on death. The gravestone \u201csays, \u2018Here lies the body,\u2019\u201d Smither sings, \u201cbut body there be none. Used to be something, now it\u2019s nothing but the bones.\u201d This is a recurring tactic for Smither, who sings casually over his slippery acoustic-guitar licks as if just making conversation\u2014and then, before you know it, the talk has gone deep. \u201cDigging the Hole\u201d begins as a joke at the expense of a fool digging his own grave, but before you know it, the singer is standing six-feet deep and the listener is right there with him. Reinforcing the downward pull of the story\u2019s gravity is the baritone saxophone of jazz veteran Chris Cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The devil makes appearances as God\u2019s poker partner and as a Cajun fiddle maker; the narrator is waiting out his few remaining years in purgatory during the calm between storms. Harmony singer Betty Soo counterbalances Smither\u2019s deep baritone as he hopes to make the most of the time he has left. You can say, \u201cCarpe Diem,\u201d but if the carp ain\u2019t biting, he implies, you\u2019ll go hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steve Forbert is another veteran of the \u201870s, when he had a fluke hit single with \u201cRomeo\u2019s Tune.\u201d He has had an up-and-down career since then, and his new album, Daylight Savings Time, <\/em>reminds us of his gift for coming up with hummable tunes and whimsical lyrics. But it also reveals his reluctance to dig deeper than whimsy and earworms. On this outing, his light, chipper tenor riffs on the boring colors of modern cars, the benefits of procrastination and walking in the woods. He\u2019s the Jerry Seinfeld of singer-songwriters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ani DiFranco<\/a>, a hero of the \u201890s folk-punk movement, has always been a vocal-and-acoustic-guitar singer-songwriter at heart. Sometimes it\u2019s hard to hear that folkie core on her new album, Unprecedented Shit,<\/em> but it\u2019s there. After producing almost all her recordings herself, DiFranco invited Bon Iver producer BJ Burton to collaborate with her on this new album, and together they messed with the songwriter\u2019s voice and guitar to create electronic textures both harsh and spacey as the songs required. The album title is an obvious reference to the pandemic and the right-wing resurgence that accompanied it. In the distortion-drenched \u201cVirus,\u201d DiFranco leaves a phone message for a spiky coronavirus: \u201cI call you, Virus, but you don\u2019t call me back, so I keep listening to my own voice.\u201d That\u2019s typical of her ability to tackle social dysfunction not with boring slogans but with weird angles that reveal something new.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On \u201cBaby Roe,\u201d the album\u2019s first single, DiFranco addresses the child of the plaintiff in Roe vs. Wade, the daughter who was adopted when her mother was denied a legal abortion and who nonetheless grew up to be pro-choice. \u201cEven you,\u201d DiFranco sings, \u201cmaintain timing is everything when you\u2019re stepping off a curb.\u201d The electronica overlay may disorient some old fans, but the core of her art\u2014the smart language and the punchy guitar riff\u2014are still there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like DiFranco, Sam Baker is a folk singer-songwriter with a brilliant track record who has adopted techno rhythm tracks to give a new sound to his usual acoustic-guitar songs. But Baker has gone even further than Di Franco on the new album Win Win,<\/em> stripping his vocals down to spoken-word monologues. This is not as radical a change as one might suppose, for the backing tracks\u2014created by Baker and his producer Rodney Crowell\u2014are as minimalist as Baker\u2019s old guitar accompaniment and the monologues are not so different from his deadpan, reportorial singing on earlier records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moreover, the opening track \u201cShady Grove and the Buddha\u201d begins with two monumental singer-guitarists: Doc Watson and Lightnin\u2019 Hopkins. Baker\u2019s beguiling stream-of-consciousness soliloquy eventually leads to Siddhartha Gautama, who might have become a singer-songwriter himself if he\u2019d been born in West North Carolina or East Texas. Something similar happens when he starts talking about coyotes, rabbits, drought or jet planes, allowing his imagination to take him where it will. And sometimes, a vestigial acoustic guitar floats to the surface of the sea of looped tracks and reveals the source of it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Kyshona performed at Merlefest in April, the tall, statuesque woman draped an acoustic guitar over a red-and-gold film-print wrap. The two women flanking her, singers without instruments, added strong gospel harmonies. But the South Carolina lead vocalist was functioning as a singer-songwriter: pushing her original lyrics forward with supportive but unobtrusive guitar and backing vocals. On her new album, Legacy,<\/em> the arrangements are more fleshed out, but the emphasis is still on the words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unlike some singers coming out of the gospel tradition, Kyshona avoids the temptation to sing full-throttle most of the time. Even when she keeps her big soprano in a conversational mode, it\u2019s impressive, and when she lets it go on a climax, the shift provides the drama that mere volume can never match. It helps that her lyrics are driven by metaphors rather than sermons. When she sings about nature, she evokes the slow, swaying majesty of \u201cElephants.\u201d On \u201cWhispers in the Wall,\u201d she describes a home where every wall, window and floor are haunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also at Merlefest this year was Adeem the Artist, who performed alone with an acoustic guitar, camo cap, red mustache and black shorts. The banter was self-indulgently meandering, but the songs were tightly constructed\u2014and not just the witty lyrics but the hooky choruses as well. Many of the songs came from Adeem\u2019s new album, Anniversary,<\/em> recorded in Nashville with a roots-rock band and power-pop producer Butch Walker. But the songs are all built to work with just a voice and guitar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adeem is especially good at turning our first fumblings with sex into vivid story songs. The songwriter\u2019s good not only with details (\u201cher nails into my skin,\u201d \u201chis palm atop the small of my back,\u201d \u201crub your feet and up your l\u0435gs\u201d) but also with keeping false sentiment out of the narrative. The singer describes being discarded after a \u201cOne Night Stand\u201d but also doing the discarding on \u201cWounded Astronaut.\u201d \u201cNightmare\u201d imagines a world where fundamentalist churches are banned and gay community centers are jammed\u2014Adeem wouldn\u2019t approve, but it makes you think, doesn\u2019t it? All this goes down more easily because most of the choruses invite singing along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What are the chances that two second graders who met on a school bus in rural Maine would both grow up to be successful singer-songwriters? It happened to Slaid Cleaves and Rod Picott. The two have often co-written songs, but they have pursued solo careers\u2014Cleaves in Austin and Picott in Nashville. Both play acoustic guitars and employ sleepy, laidback voices to sneak up on you as the lyrics\u2019 meticulous details click into place. Cleaves released the splendid Together Through the Dark <\/em>last year, and Picott has released the just-as-good Starlight Tour <\/em>this year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first words Picott sings on the album are, \u201cTwo old dogs sleeping on a Goodwill sofa. One wears plaid on plaid; you couldn\u2019t wake him with a Louisville Slugger.\u201d Few songs snap into focus as immediately as that. Like that dog, the song\u2019s narrator is tired by \u201cthat long parade of years.\u201d On \u201cA Puncher\u2019s Chance,\u201d the narrator is a veteran boxer who admits, \u201cI\u2019ve been caught with life\u2019s hard left; it rattled my cage, but strength is the last thing you lose with age.\u201d Nashville producer Neilson Hubbard adds just enough drums and steel to nudge things along. What emerges is a portrait gallery of Americans at the margins, where sheer cussedness keeps them betting against the long odds of this world: a Viet vet walking the Florida beach alone, a broke-ass Alabama farmer with a gambling habit, a Georgia oxy dealer, and a homecoming queen nursing her memories with a \u201cJack and Coke.\u201d Picott doesn\u2019t give them fake happy endings, but he gives them the dignity of three dimensions, and that\u2019s enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A female counterpart to Picott\u2019s record is Heather Little\u2019s By Now. <\/em>The first single is \u201cHands like Mine,\u201d a story about a first husband who \u201cpromised me the moon, but all he had was the dark where it belonged.\u201d In a soprano as weary as the wheezing accordion behind it, she doesn\u2019t really blame him, \u201c\u2019cause they haven\u2019t made a ring for hands like mine.\u201d It\u2019s one of two songs with harmonies by Patty Griffin, but Little more than holds her own with her more famous vocal partner. Little is best known for co-writing \u201cGunpowder & Lead\u201d with Miranda Lambert, who turned it into a top-10 country single. On this album, Little returns the song to its voice-and-acoustic-guitar roots, proving that the lyrics are explosive enough without drums and amps. These stories take place in old wooden houses down South, where the roofs leak and the windows rattle with memories that she refuses to turn into regrets. Like Smither, Little uses \u201cBones\u201d as a metaphor for a past that can\u2019t be buried until one has danced with it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The singer-songwriter genre contains dozens of artists doing wonderful work\u2014often with little recognition in a world grown ever louder and ever more aggressive.
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