Saturday, July 18, 2009

Laughing & Smiling

It takes a tough man to make a tender love song. A man tough as nails. Perhaps even a man named M.H. NAIL. This record represents where I want to be when I am as old as this guy sounds - fronting a small, liquid country band in Mississippi, singing songs about my wife. The American dream, writ large, and shakily. One of my favorite records:

H.M. Nail

1 comment:

  1. You think this is another sing-over-the-recycled-track record? Wouldn't the band at least try to adjust the tempo a little to keep up (keep down?) with the slurring old man? I mean, your band did it all the time for you, so why can't some real professionals do it?