Take Me Home
I am loving Concrete Blonde's Group Therapy. Best Buy finally had it.
I love Johnette, and I love her with these guys. It's like coming home for me. Of course, the fact that they recorded this in 10 days might mean that they still can't stand to be in a room together anymore.
She's explicitly tackling her age in some of the lyrics. It's interesting. In "When I Was a Fool"--a song in which she talks about all the faces on the magazines being younger than hers and her future never having quite arrived, with the "women on time" in divorces with teen kids--she ends with:
"I'm free to a fault
45
Playing a guitar
Living my life
Flying down the highway
Sun on my face
I belong to nobody
I belong to no place
I cry over poetry
And I laugh at myself
Still I'd rather be me than anybody else"
In her songs, Johnette doesn't give a shit... and yet she does too. But not as much as she doesn't give a shit. ::grins:: It's rare to hear a female perspective and voice that sounds this lived-in and hard living in rock and roll.
My favorites so far are "Take Me Home," "Inside/Outside," "Tonight," "Violent," and "When I Was a Fool." And I can't help smirking over the Happy Hour regulars-style chorus work in "Fried." "Angel" is really, really disturbing.
I want that pic in the center of the booklet in which Johnette is smiling, pig-tailed, straightjacketed, and strapped to a chair, but the fold and staple going through her body means that the scan wouldn't come out well for me. Damn.
I love Johnette, and I love her with these guys. It's like coming home for me. Of course, the fact that they recorded this in 10 days might mean that they still can't stand to be in a room together anymore.
She's explicitly tackling her age in some of the lyrics. It's interesting. In "When I Was a Fool"--a song in which she talks about all the faces on the magazines being younger than hers and her future never having quite arrived, with the "women on time" in divorces with teen kids--she ends with:
"I'm free to a fault
45
Playing a guitar
Living my life
Flying down the highway
Sun on my face
I belong to nobody
I belong to no place
I cry over poetry
And I laugh at myself
Still I'd rather be me than anybody else"
In her songs, Johnette doesn't give a shit... and yet she does too. But not as much as she doesn't give a shit. ::grins:: It's rare to hear a female perspective and voice that sounds this lived-in and hard living in rock and roll.
My favorites so far are "Take Me Home," "Inside/Outside," "Tonight," "Violent," and "When I Was a Fool." And I can't help smirking over the Happy Hour regulars-style chorus work in "Fried." "Angel" is really, really disturbing.
I want that pic in the center of the booklet in which Johnette is smiling, pig-tailed, straightjacketed, and strapped to a chair, but the fold and staple going through her body means that the scan wouldn't come out well for me. Damn.