…but on Monday I’m up early with a new piece at Popdose: an appreciation of Lyle Lovett and His Large Band, twenty years after its release. Everything you’d need, we’ve got it: Stupid singer-songwriter tricks; surrealism; zones of indeterminacy; emotional alienation; intratextual evidence; corny jokes; gender politics. And it all swings like a mofo.
The record’s not bad, either.
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