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I used this image before it appeared on the official "Different Drum" comp. Just sayin'. |
In 1968, Michael Nesmith went to Nashville and recorded an album's worth of songs, mostly his own, with Nashville's own "Wrecking Crew", the studio musicians who constituted Area Code 615. There were no better musicians on the planet. John Sebastian wrote Nashville Cats about them. And Nesmith was an accomplished songwriter with a bunch of tunes that deserved the best. The resulting solo album, spectacularly lovely as it was, never materialised. Because Music Business.
Some of the songs drifted onto
Monkees albums, others waited decades before Rhino anthologised them.
Nesmith has denied (in his splendid autobiography) ever thinking he was
inventing, or even playing, country rock. "I was playing country music,"
he says. But here, on several cuts, his pop smarts show through just as
strongly as his country roots. Nesmith sings bang in the middle of the
note, in the tensile tone so many Texans have, like stretched barbed
wire, and the band plays with that country-sprung back-porch beat that
never gets old.
So
here it is, hi-fi enthusiasts! The best album he never made. That's
okay. Don't thank me or nuthin'. I'm having more fun than you are.
Always a pleasure to re-up th' Nez, this time in response to a request from Dr. Fu Man Chu.