I think it’s safe to say that I love and possibly thrive on music, like a big ugly weed that has this gigantic root system. No matter how many times you pull, another one comes back a day later, only greener, brighter. That said, Steve Forbert’s obligatory calling card song is and will always be “Romeo’s Tune,” which was force-fed via every airwave around 1980, and it was a damn fine tune at that.
I was one year old in 1980, and will honestly say that I remember that song. My memory came in the form of a strange mist around the eyes, a true ‘oh shit’ moment. Perhaps a fleeting feeling or memory of an impending familial separation. But despite what any scientific cat may say about a one-year-old’s memory, I remember it. And I remember liking it … my proverbial roots were spreading like wildfire.
Whether you’re a fan of Forbert’s music or not, he deserves respect. He blazed his trail as a true singer-songwriter, a songwriter’s songwriter, earning his ‘comeuppance’ amongst the Prines, Clarks, and other original folk and country royalty. The Mississippi native is set to release his 16th record Compromised on November 6 via Rock Ridge Music.
One thing I respect the most in a musician, more so a songwriter, is the notion of making the song itself the star. The lyrical story and melodies are the star, the writer and musicians are the catalyst -- a conduit from brain, to soul, to ear. Forbert has been doing this since well before I was dropped on this Earth, and garnered legions of fans and followers along the way. Compromised is simply another quality song-crafting effort by Forbert and his long list of contributors on this record. There are a couple misses but even the misses leave a mark. That’s the essence of a great songwriter.
The crown jewel of the album is “Devil,” hands down. It's a jangly pop number that would find a home on Shakedown Street and Music Row simultaneously -- a lusty tune about a beauty in a blue dress and the trials of a married man who can’t seem to shake the dark brown-haired beauty. All the while, the tune is carried by heavenly mandolin fills and solos, and some fancy Telecaster picking. It’s all about the song, in true Forbert fashion.
“Welcome the Rolling Stones” is an obtuse poppy jaunt about the darkness of the Altamont disaster of 1969, complete with a cherub chorus -- delightfully strange. “Rolling Home To Someone You Love” and “Whatever, Man” are drenched in life lessons that were just what this 36-year-old man needed to hear. Thanks, Mr. Forbert. (+words by scott zuppardo+)
*Originally published at No Depression 11/3/15*