Bobby Bare Jr.'s Young Criminals Starvation League From the End of Your Leash
Published Jan 01, 2006Revolution is impossible without institutional oppression; Bobby Bare Jr. is proof of that. This is a notable album, sprung from symbolically sinister Nashville itself by the son of outlaw Bobby Bare long-time pal of Shel Silverstein. It is a thoughtful, funny, mournful, bittersweet CD, full of haunting lyrics about failure, love and even Music City itself, played with an almost psychedelic sentimentality. His duet with Casey Kotsionis, "My Favourite Hat is a technicolour wonder, and the entire album sounds like a fusion of Wilco, Gram Parsons and some shrugging acceptance of the inevitable, straying into pretty sax solos with plenty of hooky, nightmarish la-la-la-ing. He grapples his hometown directly in one song: "You dont even have to sing on key, producers on computer can fix it all in Nashville, Tennessee. The worlds greatest living guitar pickers can deliver you a pizza or sell you weed in Nashville, Tennessee. Wild words shamble in everywhere, riffing off cocaine, queers and loose drunk girls looking to score, burrowing unseen beneath all the hat acts and grinning. Including Will Oldham, the Leagues playing is what nails it; especially Doni Schroaders inventive drumming. Overall, Leash is down-home and dirty; fuzzy and freaky. Bare Jr.s revolution is the best kind: evolution.
You come off as a man whos been hurt a lot. Whats your greatest mistake? Mostly just getting drunk and acting like I dont give a shit over and over. Theres nothing girls hate more than thinking you dont care. As far as getting busted, I had two girls going at the same time in different towns. They started exchanging stories and, to get revenge, went home and had sex with each other for a week. Im not sure how that was revenge
Does slick Nashville bother you? Music Row might as well be in Portugal, and I never listen to the radio. Getting gear fixed is easy and there are great guitar shops everywhere. Cheap studios, too, as long as the guys cant smell Sony on you. Nobody goes to see live music. Lambchop gets maybe 200 people and Calexico cant even sell out a bar.
What gives you hope? The girl I dated for the last five years off and on was pregnant and I just happened to have a wedding ring in my pocket, waiting for the right moment. It was still a shotgun wedding, but I must have broken a record for proposing quickly. (Bloodshot)