{"id":36752,"date":"2000-09-05T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2000-09-05T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/life-is-messy\/"},"modified":"2000-09-05T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2000-09-05T00:00:00","slug":"life-is-messy","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/life-is-messy\/","title":{"rendered":"Life Is Messy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Texas native Rodney Crowell can easily be credited with spurring<br \/>\non the alternative country scene which started to manifest in the<br \/>\nearly to mid 80&#8217;s. He&#8217;s a man who wears many hats: singer,<br \/>\nsongwriter and producer. And wherever he lays his musical hand,<br \/>\neloquence and immense creative genius is the result.<\/p>\n<p>So it&#8217;s no surprise that his 1992 album,<br \/>\n<i>Life Is Messy<\/i>, is an impeccable disc of mesmerizing and<br \/>\nfinely crafted pop country nuggets. With a voice that, at times,<br \/>\ncontains hints of Roy Orbison, Crowell invokes a passion and depths<br \/>\nof feeling that is absent in a lot of other sounds that have poured<br \/>\nforth from the country\/western spigot.<\/p>\n<p>Crowell has a magnetism for stellar guest vocalists and<br \/>\nmusicians: Marc Cohn, Linda Ronstadt, Don Henley, Steve Winwood,<br \/>\nShawn Colvin, and Sam Phillips grace this disc and do a marvelous<br \/>\njob of blending their distinctive styles with Crowell&#8217;s vision. No<br \/>\ndoubt they considered it an honor to add vocals to such richly<br \/>\npenned tunes. Jeff Porcaro, Booker T. Jones and Alex Acuna are<br \/>\nguests among the highly talented instrumentalists.<\/p>\n<p>Crowell is a deft lyricist. He is able to convey universal<br \/>\nemotions with crafty lyrical juxtapositions. In the title track<br \/>\n&#8220;Life Is Messy,&#8221; he sings: &#8220;Life is messy\/I feel like Elvis<br \/>\nPresley\/At a very early age\/They put you in a cage and they push<br \/>\nyou out on stage&#8221;. Yep, life is messy indeed.<\/p>\n<p>There are timeless tunes like &#8220;What Kind Of Love&#8221; and &#8220;It Don&#8217;t<br \/>\nGet Better Than This&#8221;, songs that belong in a corner jukebox in a<br \/>\ndusty roadside bar. In fact, the entire album is full of songs that<br \/>\nwould have a barfly weeping in his beer or chuckling in<br \/>\ncommiseration.<\/p>\n<p>The album opens up with a quick tempo number called &#8220;It&#8217;s Not<br \/>\nFor Me To Judge&#8221;. This is a song with a message while lacking any<br \/>\nmodicum of preachiness. &#8220;It&#8217;s not for me to judge the rhyme or the<br \/>\nreason\/If it&#8217;s something I don&#8217;t understand\/It&#8217;s not for me to<br \/>\njudge what someone else does\/There&#8217;s a reason why so many people<br \/>\ncry&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>After revealing his stance on judging others, Crowell delves<br \/>\ninside and delivers some personal songs. &#8220;I Hardly Know How To Be<br \/>\nMyself Anymore&#8221; is a poignant ballad about holding the pain inside<br \/>\nafter a break up. (This song was co-written by his ex-wife Rosanne<br \/>\nCash). &#8220;I think about my life and what it&#8217;s headed for\/I hardly<br \/>\nknow how to be myself anymore\/I know how to chase the night<br \/>\naway\/show no feelings by the light of day&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The hypnotic and dreamy &#8220;Alone But Not Alone&#8221; is perhaps the<br \/>\nmost beautiful track on the album. Crowell wraps the chorus in an<br \/>\namazing falsetto reminiscent of Roy Orbison. The arrangement is as<br \/>\nsubtle as a heartbeat.<\/p>\n<p>This is a jewel of an album that comfortably straddles the<br \/>\ncountry-western and rockabilly camps. I&#8217;m compelled not to<br \/>\ncategorize it at all. It&#8217;s just simply eloquent music.<\/p>\n<p>This album has been out of print for some time and, fortunately,<br \/>\nsomeone has gotten wise at Sony. The reissue will be in stores on<br \/>\nSeptember 19, 2000. I encourage you to pick up this classic. No<br \/>\nmatter what type of music you like, it&#8217;ll strike a chord.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":25546,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[6409],"rating":[5646],"class_list":["post-36752","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-rodney-crowell","rating-rating-a"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/36752","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36752"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/36752\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/25546"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36752"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=36752"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=36752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}