March 8, 2010
I have always found it ironic that one of the men most responsible for defining the American Genre of music was a Canadian. Robbie Robertson
led that band through many highs before they ultimately dissolved, then took another 11 years to release his first solo album. At a mere nine songs, he obviously took his time to compose what he felt were compositions worth hearing, and his 1987 solo debut remains his best solo work. Robertson also made it very clear that he would not be satisfied just making an album that mimicked The Band
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Enlisting producer Daniel Lanois to spin his atmospheric production mist around the new songs, then bringing in admirers to assist with their creation, "Robbie Robertson" emerged as an all-star effort of critical praise and artistic cooperation. Peter Gabriel
For me, though, the capper was "Somewhere Down The Crazy River." Delivered as a smokey talk-song, it is also the album's production apex. The Bodeans supply a sweet/sour vocal echo to the chorus as Robertson describes a darkly magic night in New Orleans. It's the least organic song on an already eclectic album, and that's saying something. Robertson would further explore these thoughts and locales on his Storyville
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