Jackson Taylor Band

Easy Lovin' Stranger

 

by Dave Pilot

 

Hard drinkin’, hard livin’, hard lovin’ country is not an easy thing to find these days.  There are plenty of pretenders out there riding Uncle Tupelo’s coattails or claiming to be the second coming of Waylon.  But the good ones are few and far between.  It’s no simple thing to walk the warrior poet path - - too easy to fall into the “hell I got me some whiskey and a woman in every town” mentality that hamstrings the Kevin Fowlers of the world.  So when an artist comes along who can walk the line, it’s time to listen.  Jackson Taylor’s one of those.

Easy Lovin’ Stranger is the fifth outing for Taylor and band. (There’s also a live album recently recorded at Longhorns Saloon in Kansas, as well as a greatest hits type compilation disc).  As with the first four, this one covers a lot of ground.  There’s always a drinking song or two on a JTB album, and this one gets it out of the way right up front with “Whiskey.”  It’s a hard-driving country rocker that sets toes tapping.  The trademark Ronnie Bellaire guitar work simply screams.

But from here on, the record takes a path Jackson Lee and the boys have not often traveled to date.  There’s always been something of an introspective bent to the band’s offerings, and Taylor’s never been shy about leveling with his (sometimes fragile) emotional soul.  But while the ballads have always been there, and at times have been stellar (see “Broken,” from Goin’ Down Swingin), the previous records have generally been rockers.   With Easy Lovin’ Stranger, the tone shifts.  It’s as if last call has come, and the Denny’s crowd has cleared out, and the last cup of coffee as sunrise tints the edges of the eastern sky is a pathway to someplace….. else.  You’ve been there yourself, so you know what I mean.  Thoughts intertwine like lovers, and emotions grow wings.  Exhaustion gives way to mental adrenaline, and just like that perspectives change.  “Tear Me Down” asks the girl just exactly why she’s got to be the way she is.  The title track up and decides hell, maybe it’s just time for a change.  But then with “Old Habits,” you remember:

"I used lifesavers to help me get off cigarettes
But you know for your love
I ain’t found no lifesavers yet
I’ve gone cold turkey there ain’t even one kiss a day
Cause old habits like you are so hard to break"

It’s a stone-cold country waltz, drenched in pedal steel and yearning.  You already know that if you’re a Hank Jr. fan, since it’s his song.  But Taylor breathes a life into that Jr.’s daddy would be proud of.  Odd that such a critcal step in the maturation of Jackson Taylor as a bonafide country artist comes on a cover song, but it’s an evolution nonetheless.

There’s another cover on this record, too. Willie this time. There’s some cojones, eh?

Hey, guys, I got an idea – let’s sing us a Willie Nelson song!

Shut up, man. You’re drunk.

Naw, serious. Let’s do it.

You know what?  They pulled it off.  Made “It’s Not Supposed To Be That Way” sound like something they dreamed up.  And that, friends, is impressive.

But at the end of the day, success as an artist boils down to more than picking good material (George Strait being the obvious exception to this otherwise universal rule).  To really make an impact, you’ve got to touch lives . Mend souls.  Preach truths.  And to do all of that, you’ve got to learn some things first. It’s been said that good choices come from wisdom, and that wisdom comes from experience, and that experience comes from bad choices.  Songwriters tend to know that all too well.  And maybe that’s why they can often teach us a thing or two about the things that matter.  Take “Easter Last Year” as Exhibit A.  It’s an unconventional love story, where the man holds a job in an office and the woman keeps hours holding, um, men.  But it underscores the core truths about love that have been told as far back as the Biblical story of Hosea:

"Cause love it don’t know any boundary
And love it don’t know any shame
And love it don’t know any sin
He’ll forgive all she’s ever been

Unfortunately, though, even love can fail to save a soul. At the end of the day it’s about the choices we make. The love remains, but sometimes the object just fades away. And that’s why the track list ends with “Tragic,” essentially Part II of the song just discussed.

Well she don’t give a damn about tomorrow
She don’t care at all about today
She just holds on to that old sorrow
She won’t let go of yesterday

And it’s all so tragically common
And it’s all so tragically cruel
In life so much is given
In us so little comes through"

Easy Lovin’ Stranger is an exclamation point in the story that Jackson Taylor’s career is composing.  The musicianship is, as always with the JTB, tight and spot-on.  In places it’s almost stunningly beautiful (listen to the simple acoustic work on the hidden track and you’ll see what I mean).  And when the band’s in full swing, the world’s in full motion.  It’s an aural buffet, but it never overshadows the lyrics, or the vocal delivering them, that comprise the real treat on this menu.  When you’ve got Billy Joe Shaver on record in your liner notes saying you’re the real deal, it means something.  When you back it up with a record like this, it means a lot.  This is a band on a path that, even if it misses stardom in today’s mass-appeal commercial milieu, will bless some lives. And that’s the only goal any musician ever really can aspire to with any credibility.  Jackson and the boys get it.  Go visit them at www.jacksontaylorband.com, and see for yourself.

                                                                                           

Written by Dave Pilot, June, 2006

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