Such lovely misery. I've been revisiting early Joe Pernice, specifically his incarnation as the leader of the Scud Mountain Boys, and I've been reveling in the stark melancholia of Massachusetts:
They pulled her from a ditch last night
Somewhere down on 95
On the wrong side of the road
Found a needle and a pipe
Those are the opening lines of the opening song, and it more or less goes downhill from there. Too much of this and I can end up in a very bad place, but there's much to be said for stripping away all the busyness and pretense, and staring bleary-eyed at the abyss of 3:00 a.m. and too many memories, and Massachusetts is that kind of album. This one was released at the height of the Ryan Adams/early Wilco alt-country hype, and it disappeared with hardly a ripple. It's too bad, because it's a better album than Ryan Adams or Wilco have ever released; full of aching melodies, hard-won wisdom and regret, and gorgeous guitar/pedal steel interplay. Sometimes it boggles my mind that Joe Pernice is not a superstar.
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Yes, yes! I love when folks discover these albums. I'd argue that 'Pine Box' is even better than 'Massachusetts' but I'm not complaining either way. I had a friend who introduced me to them by saying, "Now here's a guy whose voice immediately lowers you blood pressure by 20 points."
I can't say I agree that that it's better than anything Ryan Adams and Wilco have ever released, but it was a great suggestion. I've never come across these guys and always appreciate your secret telling.
Also "Pine Box" Scud Mountain Boys is worth listening to
Amen, brother. And I love Ryan Adams and Wilco.
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