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Cowboy Junkies: The Nomad Series

The Nomad Series
Cowboy Junkies: The Nomad Series
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It’s a lot to expect for a band to be bursting with ideas at the 25-year mark, but that’s what the Cowboy Junkies had to be to make The Nomad Series, a four-CD project now available both as separate releases and as a box set. The recordings took place over 18 months, an option that probably wouldn’t have been available if the Cowboy Junkies were still tied to a major label. The concept is intriguing— four CDs, each with its own character, but unified in that all were recorded during the same maelstrom of creativity—and following these wayward souls from the first volume to the last may make you feel like a bit of a nomad as well.

Nothing here is a radical departure for the group, but the recordings still cover a lot of ground. Although I wouldn’t classify early Cowboy Junkies records as high energy, Volumes 1 (Renmin Park) and 4 (The Wilderness) of The Nomad Series make clear just how much more subdued their sound has become, with the acoustic guitar work of Michael Timmons defining their sound as much as Margo Timmons’ voice. Demons (Volume 2) is similarly low-key, but dedicated to the music of Vic Chessnut, whose work is so idiosyncratic you can feel the Cowboy Junkies leaving their comfort zone. Quite possibly Demons is the most haunting, depressing, and emotionally desperate music the band has ever created—which, by the way, is saying something—and they probably felt relieved, during the recording sessions for Sing in My Meadow (Volume 3), to let their hair down and rock out in their own ambient way.

So what does it all add up to? The tribute to Vic Chessnut simply strikes me as the right artists covering a memorable songwriter. Although it’s clearly the most casual effort of the four, Sing in My Meadow features some memorable compositions, and it’s fun hearing the band cut loose on some psychedelic blues. As far as musicianship is concerned, all four CDs impress, with Michael Timmons’ artistry being particularly distinguished.

Still, the performances occasionally strike me as heavy-handed. Some lyrics seem self-consciously poetic and the phrasing forced. Clearly Margo Timmins has matured as a singer, but there are times during Volumes 1 and 4 when I wish she hadn’t and that the Cowboy Junkies were still floating in the same haze that defined them early in their career, when “restrained” seemed too weak a word to describe their style. Ultimately, though, their music seemed more powerful because they were holding back.

These objections quickly melt away, however, when the song writing is so solid and the melodies so memorable that the musicians let the songs do the work. “Stranger Here,” “(You’ve Got to Get) A Good Heart,” “My Fall,” “Little Dark Heart,” “Unanswered Letter,” “Damaged from the Start,” “Staring Man” and “The Confession of George E” are highlights that rank with anything the Cowboy Junkies have recorded. Those songs, plus the middle CDs and the serendipitous nature of this project, will keep me following the circuitous trail of The Nomad Series. (Vinyl junkies may want to know that The Wilderness is also available as an audiophile LP from Speakers Corner.) 

By Jeff Wilson

This will take some explaining, but I can connect the dots between pawing through LPs at a headshop called Elysian Fields in Des Moines, Iowa, as a seventh grader, and becoming the Music Editor for The Absolute Sound. At that starting point—around 1970/71—Elysian Fields had more LPs than any other store in Des Moines. Staring at all the colorful covers was both tantalizing and frustrating. I had no idea who most of the artists were, because radio played only a fraction of what was current. To figure out what was going on, I realized that I needed to build a record collection—and as anyone who’s visited me since high school can testify, I succeeded. Record collecting was still in my blood when, starting in the late 1980s, the Cincinnati Public Library book sale suddenly had an Elysian Fields quantity of LPs from people who’d switched to CDs. That’s where I met fellow record hawk Mark Lehman, who preceded me as music editor of TAS. Mark introduced me to Jonathan Valin, whose 1993 detective novel The Music Lovers depicts the battles between record hawks at library sales. That the private eye in the book, Harry Stoner, would stumble upon a corpse or two while unraveling the mystery behind the disappearance of some rare Living Stereo platters made perfect sense to me. After all, record collecting is serious business. Mark knew my journalistic experience included concert reviews for The Cincinnati Enquirer and several long, sprawling feature articles in the online version of Crawdaddy. When he became TAS music editor in 2008, he contacted me about writing for the magazine. I came on board shortly after the latest set of obituaries had been written for vinyl—and, as fate had it, right when the LP started to make yet another unexpected comeback. Suddenly, I found myself scrambling to document all the record companies pressing vinyl. Small outfits were popping up world-wide, and many were audiophile-oriented, plus already existing record companies began embracing the format again. Trying to keep track of everything made me feel, again, like that overwhelmed seventh grader in Elysian Fields, and as Music Editor I’ve found that keeping my finger on the pulse of the music world also requires considerable detective work. I’ve never had a favorite genre, but when it comes time to sit down and do some quality listening, for me nothing beats a well-recorded small-group jazz recording on vinyl. If a stereo can give me warmth and intimacy, tonal accuracy, clear imaging, crisp-sounding cymbals, and deep, woody-sounding bass, then I’m a happy camper.

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