[FM] review of Tom House's CD "'til you've seen mine"
Kevin
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Sat, 04 Mar 2000 11:55:55 -0800
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A Review of the CD
"'til you've seen mine"
by Tom House
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"'til you've seen mine"
by Tom House
copyright 1999 - CCR 003
The Catamount Company
P.O. Box 6368
Chicago, IL 60680
phone: (312) 829-5128
http://www.catamountco.com and
mailto:eric@catamountco.com
This review is written by Kevin McCarthy, 2/00
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Tom House is a country singer-songwriter. Make that a literate country
singer-songwriter. Did I leave anything out? Yeah, forget the hooks and
hats, Tom House doesn't do corporate whoring. He probably finds solace and
has a well-deserved if not well-rewarded pride in the fact that he is
nowhere near mainstream anything. But then again, one listen to his music
and, if he's anything like the characters he presents, it's doubtful he's
seeking consolation anywhere from anyone.
Intermittently raucous, edgy, defiant but always twangy, House paints raw
portraits of fascinating people, some we identify with and others we detour
around daily. All his subjects seem to be sporting tattoos of pain induced
by inexplicable choices and twisted serendipity. Love--hard, impossible,
incomplete, at best fair-to-middlin'--is laid out here in all its bruising
glory. For these are people who either cannot run fast or far enough to
escape their demons or who accept their bumps and bruises as a fait
accompli and continue on with their self-destruction.
Cannily depicting the weary dynamics experienced far too often when drugs
and alcohol consume someone and steal them away from a family, House sings
in "Sister's Song":
"...cause mama took him back in too many times
too many times for real
all she could see her baby boy
but that ain't him in the hold that need
he'd cry he'd lie he'd hide and steal
had that habit he can't feed he can't feel
he can't focus he can't cope
or make it on his own without that dope
mama's baby boy
I thought I saw my brother yesterday
and all them years came in a flood
he used to bring me candy bought me my first bike
babysit me I was little there was nobody like him
far as I was concerned he was sweet he was caring
but where did it go when did it happen...
you were my best friend when did it end
you loved me then/ I saw it in your eyes
I can't find you in my heart/ you ain't there no more..."
Dispensing the thoughts and feelings of a woman who, in a moment of human
frailty, questions and then compromises on what she really wants and needs,
House opens "The Cold Hard Curve Of A Question Mark," with:
"in the cold hard curve of a question mark
they didn't even bother to speak
they pressed their legs together in the dark
they were dancing it cheek to cheek
in a motel room in a southern town
with the blinds pulled tight and the lights turned down
and the radio playing that ol country song
she's got it in her head she's humming it along
and there ain't no need to bother to say
that her heart is miles away..."
Near closing, he sings:
"...cause she's been feeling low she's been feeling cold
she wants somewhere to go she wants someone to hold
she never bought it before now she's thinking she might
cause there's gotta be more than all this doing things right
there's got to be more than all this being polite..."
"Driving Round Houston" provides an unvarnished jolt of brutal personal
honesty as the male in the song proclaims his creed. House sings:
"...sure I've known love
and I've known what's left
at the end of a long hard day
them eyes gone dead what there ever was
any kind of spark what there ever was
sit there in the dark ain't a lot to say
and we never ever wanted it to end up this way
fading off into memory
now there's a life folks live never meant for me
like I told her last night on the phone
I like passing out cold dark rooms alone
waking up not even knowing what town I'm in
nothing personal at all never has been
nothing personal at all"
The rollicking "Long Hard Drinking" is the open storybook of a
liquor-worshipper who has come terms with his reality. House sings:
"I can still remember when
a pint of gin would do me in
now it takes a fifth or more
and a couple of beers who's keeping score...
June July become September
I can barely half remember
a love grown cold and ever dimmer
you get the idea...
precious moments I retain
my life went through like a hurricane
I stood there pelted wind and rain
and I never felt a thing
something vague something constant
so pervasive I can't face it
I become it I embrace it
this is who I am
this long hard drinking's finally sinking in boys..."
Continuing on in the liquor and losers theme, an even rawer cut is "Elmer
Smith." House returns with:
"some folks wouldn't give Elmer Smith the time of day
he was a drunk arrested more than 200 times
a human failure to society's eyes
and he died last Friday age fifty-five...
and he'd talk about his wife but he wouldn't talk much
how she died on him early and he fell apart..."
Describing how Smith, after drinking, fell asleep while smoking one night
and caused his horrendous tragedy, House continues:
"...and the smoke got to him and he nearly died
but so did the firemen and they drug him outside
and he woke to the hard cutting memory of a scream
kind of nailed him in the middle of a dying dream
and his friends would try to talk to him get him to quit
he'd say I don't want to quit I just like to drink
I can quit anytime I want to shit
but it's there in his eyes he never did believe it"
If "Down In The Hole" doesn't get you running for some serious
anti-depressants, consider yourself for the role of the Tin Woodman in "The
Wizard Of Oz." House, in the vein of country blues, tells a woeful tale of
a downward spiral triggered by the loss of a woman. He also tosses a few
barbs at today's reigning country music icons:
"...you ain't seen no tears til you seen mine
they run like razors in thin red lines...
you ain't heard no weeping til you hear me wail
it's like barbed-wire wrapped around a gift from hell...
you ain't felt no guilt no deep despair
no soul so black even God don't care
it's the life I own rotting slow decay...
and today's like the ways we got used to each other
and tomorrow's like a sorrow we share and can't
remember where we came from figure how to get out
and the radio playing all them stupid damn love songs
and that ain't the deal we never agreed
we're gonna go brain dead braindead braindead in the middle of America
heartland heartland heartland of America
and it could have been Faith it could have been Tim
it could have been Garth or Tricia or any of them
it's just the one same song they're all singing the same song
over and over all night long..."
Yeah, you could say House covers familiar territory. But how he covers it
is the difference. Maybe it all comes down to this one simple question:
where in the spectrum of music would Hank Williams bunk? Tom House
territory, I do believe. Enough said.
House, on guitar and vocals, is backed by Scott Chase on percussion; Tommy
Goldsmith on mandolin, acoustic and electric guitars and background vocals;
Tomi Lunsford on background vocals; Pat McLaughlin on mandolin, electric
and acoustic guitars and background vocals; Sam Bush on fiddle; John
Hedgecoth on jug and mandocello; David Olney on harmonica and background
vocals; Paul Niehaus on steel guitar; Fats Kaplan on squeezebox; Steve
Runkle on background vocals; Larry Reynolds on background vocals; and Tracy
Nelson on background voclas.
Track List:
* Bull City Blues (2:58)
* Sister's Song (2:44)
* The Cold Hard Curve Of A Question Mark (4:02)
* Driving Round Houston (2:51)
* Where Will You Lay Your Head (4:48)
* Long Hard Drinking (4:43)
* Canada (3:41)
* Elmer Smith (3:43)
* Malbourne Hotel (2:42)
* The Black Sheep (4:18)
* Down In The Hole (3:12)
* Letter From My Father (3:48)
All songs written by Tom House.
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