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...essentially rural form of music, Delta blues, and made it tough enough for the city, strong enough to support all the rock and roll that would come after it. Hooker once said "the blues is a pick-up. It's not a letdown." Although he sang sad songs like "Hobo Blues" and "My First Wife Left Me" and "It Serves Me Right (To Suffer)", Hooker was searching for catharsis, not pathos; he was looking to chase pain away, not to simply revel in it. "What do music do? It keeps the world turning," Hooker once said. "If there wasn...
...Vagabond is a good example, opening with lonesome hobo harmonica wails and blues guitar. U.S. star Beck provides folksy vocals to a lament on contemporary rootlessness before the whole thing explodes into a galaxy of dissonant synth spirals and stuttering reverb. Radian builds slowly in layers of symphonic strings and acoustic guitar into an achingly beautiful instrumental anthem. Like all Air's tunes, it's a mini-soundtrack in itself, an accompaniment for one of the many moods a day can bring...
...brought the world Hobo Junction, the Left Coast's indie response to the Wu-Tang Clan, drops his third album, The Hit List. Since his first solo album, The Boxcar Session, Saafir's been busy. Between teaming up with Ras Kass and Xzibit (who'll headline the Lyricist Lounge show in Boston on the 18th) to form the Golden State Warriors crew and recording Trigonometry, his second album, under the pseudonym Mr. No-No, one wonders where the Saucee Nomad has had time to come up with the tight lyrical flow and musicality a worthy hip-hop album necessitates...
DIED. BOXCAR WILLIE, 67, country singer; of leukemia; in Branson, Mo. Born Lecil Travis Martin, Boxcar was the son of a railroad man and grew up alongside a train track. In the 1960s he spotted a hobo who reminded him of Willie Nelson and was moved to write the song Boxcar Willie. After 22 years in the Air Force, where he logged 10,000 hours as a flier, he adopted the hobo persona of stubble and a crumpled...
Waits' first release on indie Epitaph Records is also his first new album in six years. Like his literary cousins Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski, he returns to the same down-and-outs and restless souls, this time with more rumble, kick and bluesy musings than barroom rasped ramblings. Hobo yowler "Cold Water" will rattle in your head for days. Quieter moments are searing, Waits' gravelly voice bending like an old tree under the blade of a pocketknife. To top it off, he spikes the album with oddities like "Eyeball Kid." On Mule Variations, the music pounds and the lyrics...