Stan Ridgway ‎– Anatomy

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New West Records, Inc. ‎– NW 6010
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Disc includes 3 live tracks (Camouflage, I Wanna Be A Boss and The Roadblock) recorded at the Strand, Los Angeles, November 2, 1991 in Liquid Audio format.

Comes in a Jewel Case with red tray.

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  • Barcode: 6 07396 60102 8

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streetmouse

streetmouse

December 1, 2016

Stan Ridgway came out of the group ‘Wall Of Voodoo,’ but perhaps it would be more fitting to call him the heart of ‘Wall Of Voodoo.’ As a child I used to lay in bed on rainy nights, my transistor radio to my ear, with AM signals bouncing off the clouds, bringing in music from across the country, and below the boarder. It was all so sweet, so real, it was magic, and so dream like in the morning. I haven’t had that feeling in a long time, that is, until I discovered the music of Stan Ridgway.

Stan delivers his music with a deep resonating voice, reminding me of the late night disc jockeys. His songs could go on for hours as far as I’m concerned. All of his music seems to be set to some movie reel, constantly showing in his head. Actually he draws deeply from the past, I know that’s easy to say, and many do, but Stan has taken the true story songs, one’s I could only imagine being sung low and sweetly around a campfire, or alone on the empty open road, songs to remind us of where we are, where we were, and leaving us to wonder if we’ll ever get back there.

His music is slow and richly textured on this release. Each note, each chord, each background effect, has been meticulously thought out and defined. He writes about things and places most of us will never get to, or for that matter probably desire, but I get chills just listening to him pass on these stories. There’s nice electric folk, very mellow blues and tiny sparkles that will shimmer all around you. There’s a peddle steel guitar floating in the back that will show you what that instrument can do when properly used. Yes, there are great synthesizer riffs to tie it all together, and a harmonica that will set you to wondering where one leaves off and the other begins.

As I said, each of his songs is a story in and of itself, he doesn’t repeat a theme, unless of course one would like to make the wider contention that he’s speaking of the desolation of the soul. I once brought up that aspect with him, and he said to me, ‘...there are dark places on this earth, and even darker ones in our minds. I’ve never been to these places, and certainly never done the things I sing about, but then maybe I have, if that means I’ve found that I can tap into a story or part of one, and make it mine.’

I think all of his stories are true. Stan is out there in the middle of the desert, filling his black ‘69 Camaro with gasoline while eating a cheese sandwich, in front of a meth lab that's doubling as a gas station, and it's going to blow up just as he slides down the road at two in the morning, tossing the sandwich wrapper out the window.

Excuse me...’I’ve lost my train of thought.’ Blow out the candle before you leave, it’s nice being here in the dark.

Review by Jenell Kesler