"Unfortunately not for me"? Well, bad luck for you.

He thinks was nominated for a Grammy times light Keep Her, and when you hear Passionate Kisses, are you perhaps like me I know both pieces, but can not tell where the best of intentions. On the radio so runs a little in any case rare. But is likely to lower the chance to be, by the radio program a bit like I am a town know.

When I say now, that I bought Mary Chapin-Carpenter's excellent 1992er CD Come on, come on as part of a titled as Perfect Country Collection compilation, I hear again clearly clicking, with which close your ears and the minds of those in the standby switch that it may not help to leave instead of a comment a Not for me or mutatis mutandis equivalent note. Own fault, I call such contemporaries by the spirit. There are, after all, no law, whose qua could commit people to see the bigger picture. And those who do so voluntarily, not have to explain it, how rewarding it is.

Mir was the name of Mary Chapin Carpenter-indeed long been a household name, but I was somehow never quite sure where I need with the grand old lady of agitpop Joan Baez to find a duet (locate its wearer musical here at the famous concert Ring Them Bells recording), there a lullaby on a CD with the beautiful title Till Their Eyes shine). None of this I would so me nothing, nothing you put in the Country-drawer, but according to Wikipedia lady admits the lady at the award ceremony of the Grammys with regularity from when the award for Best Female Country Vocal Performance category will be awarded.

Well, now I have simply times made to the test and checked whether Mary Chapin Carpenter-is also occurred sometime accompanied by Carly Simon. Is it of course, and I am surprised no piece, because I think both voices complement each other beautifully. The next Googelei will save me and leave it instead prefer to arrive on a bet: I would be surprised if Mary Chapin-Carpenter at some point something had not been with Carole King, a single in the charts, for example, or a joint appointment in the recording studio , Joan Baez, Carly Simon, Carole King, for my sake, you may now even think of Joni Mitchell. The sorted one, I think, all rather in the singer / songwriter as a drawer in the Country with the label, and I think that Mary Chapin Carpenter-also fits well into it.

The dozen gathered on Come on, come on songs earned by the Bank attributes as pleasing and varied, and also nominated for a Grammy He thinks bright Keep Her Carpenter has given a deserved success in the US and Canadian country charts. The real discovery on the album for me but the already mentioned earlier I am a town.

If I am a town a painting would be, then maybe it would be Americana and could in the same exhibition hall hang like paintings by Norman Rockwell, who has always an ideal world à la Americaine erected a monument in his illustrations for the magazine TIME. I am a town paints a picture of a sleepy little town somewhere on the East Coast:

I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a phonecall and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind.

Quite freely translated:

I am a small town somewhere in Carolina, the short detour on the long drive
for the length of a call and a can of soda a blurred spot in the exterior mirrors
I am the last gas station for the next hour if you drive 40,
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust that you step beyond.

When in doubt, I can start with something more immediately than half a pound of love poems by Erich Fried, and this is up there really only the first verse. Really a lot of text has the piece is not, but a lot to tell in a few words is precisely the art of an art that Mary Chapin Carpenter-dominated obvious.

My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can Fulfill them
I am a town.

And that is the crucial difference between Rockwell and Carpenters places: Rockwell celebrates the persistence while Carpenter is clear that a halt well, leads to nothing:

I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways
I am a town.

I am memories and standstill, I'm at the age lonely, I'm not your goal.
I adhere to my way.
I am a small town.

Now let's face it: Are these the text that you expect, when you drag a CD off the shelf with the label Country? Certainly not. And because I am a town is not the only pleasant surprise to Mary Chapin-Carpenter's excellent platinum album, I recommend the CD published in 1992 warmly for sale.

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Yes, Mary Chapin Carpenters CDs are apparently classified usually in the division Country. The attacks, however, I think, far too short, as it would be surprised if Mary Chapin Carpenter-a declared favorite of the trucker would that be in Bob's Country Bunker to Tammy Wynettes Stand by your man secretly a tear roll down their pitcher of beer , I would be my recommendation for the CD rather be formulated as follows: If you always have an open ear for folk who does not solidify in the cliché, you can with Mary Chapin-Carpenter make a real find I was their 1992er CD rather in the comparatively broad heading Singer / songwriter classify as the overly narrow Country-drawer.