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It's just me and the boys
and the ashes on the ground
Bums like to stare at you and ask you your name
They toast to the sign that says Jesus is the Way
And if you care to know them they'll kindly let you in
And ask you sometimes to come back again
On her latest album, Claire Holley is a scene recorder, a
collector of visions, a human mile marker along life's highway.
Like all the noted folk singers in whose stead she comes, Holley
sees things the rest of us miss, sees blemishes and scars the
rest of us gloss over. She knows the people we think we don't
want to know and finds good in them.
The weekend people's leftovers leaves plenty to eat
And Mr. Stanley tonight will have his feast
He picks up the payphone without rings or calls to make
And mumbles some words he heard someone else say
Cheers to the mockingbird, dirty souls and smoky air
On the black sky the lamppost shines
Stanley takes another dime and walks away in the night
Holley says the best way to get familiar with her album is
in the car during a trip. When I read this in her press kit,
I thought it was one of those handy blurbs that sounds cool and
hip but that has little basis in fact.
Wrong.
There's a map of the country in front of my eyes
Blue for the sea, white for the ice
I've looked at it a hundred times
But never like this before
It seems strange that a quiet, sensitive, folky Southern album
would wait until it was in my truck player to finally penetrate
my thick skull bone, but that's what happened this morning on
the way to work as I listened to "Sea Boy," a punchy
tune about a coastal kid who would "trade your shoes for
a simple tune," a kid who "closes his eyes, plays you
a tune, a friend of the wind and the seagull too." This
is a typical airy, positive Claire Holley lyric, one that doesn't
overwhelm but rather makes its appeals to the intellect and the
gentler senses instead of to the baser instincts.
Ms. Holley has been playing guitar since childhood and, with
guitarist Rob Seals, drummer Nic Brown, and bassist Steve Graham,
she has fashioned an album built on solid playing and colorful,
detail-laden, poetic songs. Claire Holley is a quiet,
reflective record with a Southern somnolence, perfect for a hot,
humid afternoon while sipping lemonade on the back porch or lying
in the hammock under the magnolia tree.
*Claire Holley's musical home is at www.redeyeusa.com
and www.yeproc.com Ms. Holley's
site is claireholley.home.mindspring.com
Contact William Michael Smith at: wms-at-rockzilla.net
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