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In de tag staat dat het country is, zou kunnen. Ik vind het gewoon heerlijke relaxte Americana / folk. Eén man, één gitaar (meestal), top. Een betoverende luisterervaring. 
Ik hoop alleen niet dat hij de quaalude aan zijn kind geeft als hij de lullabies speelt.

As Bruce Springsteen sang decades back, “Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact.” That everything includes the fantastical ephemera we dub dreams—not the vivid night visions associated with sleep, but the lofty goals we imagine ourselves one day achieving, be they best-selling novelist, noted poet, chart-topping country singer or NFL quarterback. Except dreams don’t so much die as fade into the static of a distant radio station’s signal. They linger just out of earshot for the rest of our journey.

Quaalude Lullabies is a remarkably evocative album that spins stirring tales of addiction, fading dreams and loneliness, of life on the road and at home. The lyrics are as sharp as the musical accompaniment is sparse. The opening track, “The Devil, the Dealer, & Me,” explores how doubts fester and transform into figurative monsters that hide beneath our beds. Like the songs that follow, it’s littered with lines that should soon be the envy of every songwriter, including “a heart only breaks when you use it,” “a memory is worthless if you make it alone,” “some days are made to run out the clock,” and “what’s heaven when hell crashes through?” 

It’s a dark and dour keynote address, to be sure, but a hypnotic one. It also sets the stage for what follows. “Fall Apart” finds Canterbury recounting life on the road and how “two-lane roads and cheap motels/sure beats the devil out of standing still,” while his cover of Will Kimbrough’s “Yellow Mama” has him singing from the perspective of a death-row inmate (“Yellow Mama,” for those unaware, was the nickname given to the electric chair used in Alabama from 1927 to 2002.) In “Felt the Same,” the final song on Side 1, he digs into a show that found him playing for just the barkeep and an old drunk, with his next gig a 14-hour drive away. “The road I’m on is cold and dark and lonely/I ain’t got a penny to my name/Folks back home still think I’m gonna to make it/I wished like hell I still felt the same.” 

Tracks:
01 - The Devil, The Dealer, & Me
02 - Fall Apart
03 - Yellow Mama
04 - Felt the Same
05 - Kitchen Table Poet
06 - Heartache For Hire
07 - Sweet Maria
08 - Over the Line
09 - Back on the Pills

Staat er compleet op, 10% pars mee gepost. Met zeer veel dank aan de originele poster. Laat af en toe eens weten wat je van het album vindt. Altijd leuk, de mening van anderen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leJ1i36AqAU