Monday, December 27, 2010
Nobody Was Home In the Town That I Called Home: Michael Nesmith- Magnetic South (1970)
Well, hello, how-do-you-do, and Merry Christmas! It's been what they call a coon's age since I've been active in this place, but let me assure you: I am not dead. By way of proof, I offer you this fine fine record from Michael Nesmith, originally of Monkees fame... a wonderful and delectable slice of country pie, indeed. Not unlike the Country-Rock/Cosmic American Music of Gram Parsons, The Flying Burrito Brothers, or especially Gene Clark (if he were a good bit more fun), or, let's face it, The Eagles, this record marries Country convention with "head"-friendly lite-trippiness (the oh-so-vague sense of the "cosmic" sought by Mr. Parsons) and studio sophistication with a fun sensibility. I would be surprised if you did not like this, buddy-boy.
From the opening strains of "Calico Girlfriend," to the Creedence-aping, rippingly awesome "Little Red Rider", to the one-two punch of "One Rose" (previously found on this blog yodelling out of the pipes of Leon Redbone) and "Beyond the Blue Horizon", a lightly Hawaiian coda to the record, this is a non-challenging yet thoroughly rewarding good-time record with delights, both obvious and secret, aplenty. Get pulled back to the Magnetic South, friends, and get ready for a 2011 to happen while you relax.