Published on Jan 13, 1998
I have this friend, Gary, a farmer who lives outside of our
town. He’s one of the best fathers I’ve ever had the privilege to
know. The local sheriff, on the other hand, has been quoted as
saying, “I’ll put a bullet between Gary’s eyes before I let him
shoot me down.” Not exactly a picture that fits together well, is
it?
Y’see. About four years ago, Gary got into a hassle over money
with the local rural electric co-op. He threatened several board
members and is rumored to have murdered their dogs and some of
their livestock. Ever since then, Gary has been running a generator
off of his tractor for electricity rather than pay the co-op for
their services. He’s about to lose his farm for financial reasons.
Everyone knows that he’ll never leave his land alive. I just hope
I’m not the one who has to tell him to leave!
If Gary sounds like a guy who’s just tryin’ to survive, someone
you might respect, you’ll love Steve Earle’s music. If Gary sounds
like a redneck asshole, then stay away from Mr. Earle and his
Dukes. Y’see. Steve Earle is a survivor: a redneck, hippie, biker,
alcoholic junkie who can sing and write some awesome tunes. He
comes from a long tradition of fuck-ups: Hank Williams (Sr. &
Jr.), George Jones, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Keith Richards, and
Ronnie Van Zant.
This album was recorded on his 1990 world tour. Soon after, he
was imprisoned for three to five years for possession of heroin.
Supposedly, Steve Earle’s cleaned up now. For his sake, I hope so.
He’s so fuckin’ good it’d be a waste.
He sings about prisoners of all types: those on death row
(“Billy Austin”), those stuck in dead-end jobs in small towns
(“Someday”), those frozen by fear in relationships (“Fearless
Heart”). He sings about fools who stand up in the face of all that
would destroy them. Hope, for Steve Earle, is pissing into the
wind. Freedom is not giving a shit. “I’m back out on that road
again/Turn this beast into the wind/There are those that break and
bend/I’m the other kind,” he sings in “The Other Kind.”
Growling guitars, churning organ ala Sir Douglas Quintet (who’s
“She’s About A Mover” he covers,) meat & potatoes drums.
Redneck country meets at the junction of southern rock ‘n’ roll and
cheatin’ blues.
Gary told me one day, “Fuck’m if they can’t take a joke.” Steve
Earle writes in the liner notes of this fine live album: “We went
all the way around the world. We hung out with a lot of bikers and
drank a lot of beer. I didn’t even get thrown in jail once.”