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[Info]
Artist : Steve Earle & The Dukes
Album : J.T.
Label : New West Records
Genre : Country
Street Date : 2021-03-19
Quality : 210 kbps / 44.1kHz / Joint Stereo
Encoder : Lame 3.100 -V0
Size : 54.58 MB
Time : 34:32 min
Url : http://allmusic.com/album/release/jt-mr0005311506
[Tracks]
1. I Don't Care 1:54
2. Ain't Glad I'm Leaving 2:52
3. Maria 2:46
4. Far Away In Another Town 3:06
5. They Killed John Henry 2:35
6. Turn Out My Lights 2:35
7. Lone Pine Hill 2:42
8. Champagne Corolla 3:35
9. The Saint Of Lost Causes 5:01
10. Harlem River Blues 3:05
11. Last Words 4:21
[Notes]
Steve Earle has made something of a sideline out of paying homage to
songwriters who meant a great deal to him on the occasion of their death. He
honored his friend and mentor Townes Van Zandt on 2009's Townes, and did the
same for fellow Texas songwriting legend Guy Clark on 2019's Guy. He
continues this tradition with 2021's J.T., though the tenor of the piece is
significantly different -- the J.T. in question was Justin Townes Earle,
Steve's son, who died in August 2020 of an accidental overdose after years
of struggling with addiction and recovery. Justin released eight albums
during his lifetime, and though plenty of celebrity progeny are happy to
trade on the good will of their parent's body of work, he seemed determined
to succeed or fail on his own merits, with his own style. There was an
introspective tone and a lack of swagger that separated his work from his
dad's, and his plaintive mood stood in contrast with the grit of Steve's
best-known albums. Justin had a talent that rivaled that of his father, but
his lyrical voice lacked the elder Earle's etched-in-stone confidence, and
he made that a virtue, baring his soul with a modesty and emotional truth
that was disarming and effective. While it may not have been what he had in
mind, Steve Earle injects a good portion of his own personality into the
songs on J.T. In this context, it's much clearer what the son learned from
his father than in his own interpretations of these tunes. Steve and his
band the Dukes fill out the often minimal arrangements of Justin's original
recordings, and the acoustic blues at the root of Justin's music runs
parallel with the country leanings of Earle's group, whose fiddles and slide
guitars liven up even the more somber tunes. That said, Justin's songs sound
perfectly natural coming from Steve's voice here. Even if he changes the
spirit and tone of the originals (putting a bit more rock in "Maria," amping
up the dread of "The Saint of Lost Causes," and making the casual fatalism
of "Harlem River Blues" sound almost joyous), these stories come from a
place and a view of the world that he clearly recognizes. Without paternal
arrogance, Steve knows just how talented his son was, and his performances
show him doing his very best to make that clear. The final song, "Last
Words," is the only tune Steve wrote for this album, and it's far simpler
and more immediate than the songs that precede it. It's not maudlin, but
it's shot through with a very real sadness that makes room for the
puzzlement and anger that any father who has had to bury his own child must
feel. If the final track is an act of public mourning, the rest of J.T. is
the loving and appreciative celebration Justin Townes Earle's music
deserves.