I think that writing about my love of music here has led to my learning about the musical talents of various pro-freedom individuals. That's been a great thrill, because as a one-time, highly amateur musician myself, I admire the effort and skill it takes, not to mention the confidence necessary to put one's own stuff out for others to hear and judge. I hope to feature more pro-freedom musicians in upcoming months, but for now it's only fitting that I'm finally featuring the first person who pointed me to his music—Steve Trinward. Trinsongs is the place where he posts lyrics, MP3s, and helps run a fun-sounding Nashville gig called Kathy's Night Off.
There isn't a lot of stuff there, and I'm trying to extend the pleasure of exploring his music, so I haven't slurped it all down yet. But I've really liked what I've tasted thus far. Recordings range from sparse and live to more lush and polished; Trinward's style is easygoing and pleasant. What I've heard spans rock and country, both of which he does well. Living Liberty is a strong and inspiring tune; Don't Start With Me has an antiwar theme that's also likely to be appreciated by pro-freedom listeners. Perhaps my favorite thus far, though, is a poignant love song, Love Enough Alone, in part because of the sweet guitar counterpart under the vocals. Trinward's
love songs for thinking adults are a welcome change in many ways from the snippets of today's popular music I've heard.
Pony Up! is another serendipitous find, led this time by my horse-loving daughter. An all-female Canadian band, their first full-length disc is Make Love to the Judges With Your Eyes. From the languid strains of Dance for Me to the more driving Pastime Endeavor, the clean sound and airy arrangements refresh my ears. With all five members contributing vocals, some very nice, tight harmonies appear as well. My favorite song might be Possible Harm, particularly since I can relate to the concept of
This is me without charm pretty well; another strong contender is What's Free is Yours, with its lithe bass line that I wish were punched up just a bit more. I'm definitely saddling up to find some of their older material.
Upon returning from my summer travels to my western home, I pounced upon my stack of mail, and was delighted to find what I was hoping for: my prize from Kirsten's toughest Warren Zevon contest yet—a copy of Sentimental Hygiene. While I don't see this release becoming my favorite Zevon disc, it's an enjoyable collection with just one exception. Apparently written during some rough times, several titles reflect that, from Trouble Waiting to Happen to The Heartache—but the songs are nevertheless fun, brimming as they do with Zevon's trademark lyrical quirkiness. The music is solid rock too. My favorites are probably the two most disparate songs on the disc: Reconsider Me, a sweetly optimistic love song that features Zevon's higher vocal register, which I adore; and Leave My Monkey Alone, which has a wickedly grooving bass line. Of course, I can't stop with just Sentimental Hygiene, so I've also been spinning Warren Zevon as its chaser. (Having just left my beloved MAL, I know better than to try to make it through The Wind.)