Steve Earle

Steve starts off with a decent sounding song dissing Nashville. My first thought was similar to Lynyrd Skynyrd�s reply to Neil Young in "Sweet Home Alabama" � the South don�t need you around anyhow. And I�m not even from the south unless you consider Texas part of that mess. Then the man kisses the asses of those in his new home�New York City. There�s a tolerable song about the new job on the satellite radio.  Then back to New York City.  Living in a "City of Immigrants." So what?

Cut five and six are two disgusting bitch songs�in the first one he tells me how his current squeeze sparkles and shines and everyone knows she�s his, then he grovels around in cut six like some love-smitten school kid. By this time, I don�t know whether to stick my finger down my throat and puke or toss the disc out the window.

What the hell, dude?

Thank God (and Steve) for the rest of the CD (aside from cut 11, another mandatory piece of crap for the new squeeze).

"Jericho Road," "Oxycontin Blues," "Red is the Color." Damn. Red is the fucking color. Now here�s what I came looking for. No one does it like this. No one, aside from Steve. "Steve�s Hammer" and "Way Down in the Hole" convince me his heart still beats and the spirit living in his soul is still alive and well.

Now if I can just find a CD player that�ll skip cuts 5, 6, and 11. (Or am I the problem here?)

One thing for sure, both Steve and I are strong-willed opinionated bastards and don�t take well to being edited. To our own detriment sometimes.

Artist Name: Steve Earle Album Name: Washington Square Serenade Website: Record Label: Release Date:

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