Thursday, April 24, 2025

Tech’s hilarious spring show “Somebody/Nobody” is a topsy-turvy takedown of celebrity culture


 The rambunctious riptide of a comedy “Somebody/Nobody” is the spring production at Tennessee Tech’s Backdoor Playhouse. Jane Martin’s topsy-turvy theatrical takedown of celebrity-obsessed culture was conceived in the late aughts/00s, before the boastful explosion of Instagram, which has only exacerbated our addiction to a daily dose of likes, clicks, stories, and shares. 

In her campus directorial debut, Jennifer Gallegos does an amazing job with this crazy content and the talented cast and crew. In the Director’s Note, she confesses that she loves this text because it’s silly, and she invites us all to forget our worries and woes for an evening of nonstop knee-slaps and gut-laughs. But as surrealistic and silly as the entire plot and premise are, there’s plenty inside to ponder more contemplatively about ego, identity, and human relationships. So come for the laughs, but stay for the self-awareness and self-love. 

Playhouse newcomer Abby Mynatt is simply stunning as frustrated superstar Sheena, alternately cranky and charismatic and forever charming, even when Sheena is surely annoying everyone else on stage with her delightful diva moves. But Sheena is only one of several compellingly unstable characters. Just when you think things cannot get weirder or wonkier, they do, such as when Sheena’s show-stealing agent and notorious enabler Galaxy arrives on the scene, with Lily Cunningham’s captivating and eye-catching crash-and-burn interpretation. As bold and bizarre as all that is, Sheena’s punk-rock stalker portrayed by Drew Coburn is a small but sweetly strange part of the bigger picture. There’s incredible costuming and choreography to all this that just needs to be seen! 

While Sheena is billed as the “somebody who wants to be a nobody,” the play’s primary comedic tension and contrast comes with Lolli, the folksy and endearing “nobody desperate to be a somebody.” Lee McGouirk’s down-home rendering of Lolli is more than a continental road trip apart from Sheena. That far-out cultural friction is more than Kansas-versus-California, it’s about how we are all vulnerable and insecure at some part of ourselves, no matter how we cover it up with overconfidence or chatty self-deprecation. These two powerful female leads really carry this story and captured this reviewer’s heart with their magnetic performances.

While Lolli’s colloquial coziness is also curious and courageous about choosing California, even greater contrast comes from the affable outsider Jo Don, a survivalist cousin from Kansas who has come hunting for Lolli but quickly has eyes for Sheena. Still motivated by his great work in the recent Godspell, Zeke Eckert energizes everyone with his jovial Joe Don. The intentionally tense space between the four main characters crackles with cut-up after cut-up. Also of note, Chris Margraves as Beverly rounds out the cast with a minor role that helps bring major closure toward the end of the second act. 

Tumultuous and hilarious twists and turns are an amazing aspect of this off-the-rails inspection of the human personality. This over-the-top story entirely transpires in a simple but at times claustrophobic Los Angeles apartment with bars in the windows (shout-out for more great Playhouse set-design for this show). 
Your time at this play will fly by due to the fast-pace frivolity, which does traffic in some red-state-versus-blue-state stereotypes and other content warnings that should be noted for some mild sexual situations, comedic violence, and awareness around self-harm. But all these dramatic devices contribute to an ultimately redemptive message that we all need to feel, about being comfortable in our own skins. 

Once again, the student actors at the Backdoor Playhouse are bringing us engaging, enlightening, and entertaining theater. Don’t be a nobody, invite somebody and go check out this show! 

-Andrew W. Smith, teacher, poet, DJ, and Cookeville’s local theater critic for 20 years

The Backdoor Playhouse is at the rear of the Jere Whitson Building, just off Mahler Avenue and the main quad in the heart of Tech’s campus.
Performance Dates:
April 24, 25, 26 at 7:30 PM with an additional matinee Saturday, April 26 at 2 PM.
May 1, 2, 3 at 7:30 PM 
Tickets are only available at the door and general admission, so plan to arrive early to get your seat. General admission is $15. Seniors are $12. Students with I.D. are $5. On May 1 only, faculty and staff tickets are $5. 


Saturday, April 19, 2025

Alive (TOTR 496)

 -originally aired on WTTU 88.5 FM The Nest on Saturday, April 19, 2025
-you can listen to the audio archive here:
Stream Alive - TOTR 496 by Teacher On The Radio | Listen online for free on SoundCloud
-This episode features From Dreams We Emerge, the new album by Hayden Mattingly & Honeybrook, along with an exclusive interview with Hayden Mattingly, Mike Harrison, & Cody Smith at Sunday Drive Studios
-We will also celebrate the album release on Thursday, April 24, 2025 at the Wesley Arena (271 E 9th Street), with performances by Hayden & Honeybrook & special guest Casey Neill
-all views only represent the host, interviewees, & the artists played, never the student managers or the Communication department or the university

Hayden Mattingly - Alive
Hayden Mattingly - Candlefish
Hayden Mattingly - Dreams
Hayden Mattingly - Isabelle
Hayden Mattingly - Fossanova
Hayden Mattingly - Broken
Hayden Mattingly - Visionary One
Hayden Mattingly - Highland Dig
Hayden Mattingly - Second Stand
Hayden Mattingly - South Wind Says
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - Savages
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - In the Swim
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - The Ones You Ride With
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - Meteor Shower
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - Sending Up Flares
Casey Neill - Riffraff
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - Radio Montana
Casey Neill & the Norway Rats - All Summer Glory
Fust - Spangled
Fust - Gateleg


Thursday, April 17, 2025

Glorious gusts of spangle jangle folk-rock with North Carolina’s Fust

 



Discovering, digging, then diving in, then falling hard for a new band that already fills a sweet spot is such a warm fuzzy maple syrup feeling. Right now, we are swooning over a gust of Fust, their brand new album Big Ugly & a current tour of tiny venues throughout the southeast. (To be fair, 2023’s equally addicting Genevieve was also on my radar, but I had not fallen this hard into the sweet realm, going all-the-way in with an obsessed fandom.)


In this case, the sound that is swallowing me is already achingly intimate, a sprawling dusty & expansive soulful southern folk-rock, that evokes & invokes an intoxicating indie music that shaped me in my late 30s. Fust ruffles the edges of alt-country, feeling familiar on the headphones or cranked up in the car that is careening down the gravel roads & tasting the local honey of aughts/00s acts like Band of Horses, My Morning Jacket, Bon Iver, or Magnolia Electric Company/Jason Molina. 


It’s not just the swelling guitars, fiddle, & keyboards that shake & slay me in my deepest parts; it’s the addictive feeling I find in the restless place-based poetic lyrics sung-with-hunger & feeling by the sweet-tea & cheap-beer croon of lead-singer & lyricist Aaron Dowdy. This front-person poet of ginger-curls & professor-spectacles does double duty as a PhD grad student in literature at Duke University, when he is not touring with this amazing six-piece band, which shares several members with fellow-travelers Sluice. I have no doubt that it’s Dowdy’s literary sensibilities that so fully foster the feral world-building of Big Ugly & its backroad stories & blackout fables.


I finally got to this Big Ugly record more than a month after its March 7th release & have placed it in steady rotation ever since. The record revs into my audio soul with “Spangled”; it steals your heart from its opening strums & the album keeps you choogling-&-chugging in its setting of a West Virginia locale. “They tore down the hospital” condenses the abandonment of American rural infrastructure in a poetic stanza, but the point of Big Ugly is also finding fierce beauty in the fight against blight. Road names & room numbers never sounded so good as when sung in this blistering banger that I want on repeat for this entire spring & summer.


Track two is called “Gateleg” & might be the spiritual thesis of the record for me, the way Dowdy reimagines & inverts Dylan’s Maggies’s Farm to be situated in the small-town retail-&-gig-economy. The one-two hooks of “Spangled” & “Gateleg” bring me back to the opening two songs on the Band of Horses’ 2007 album Cease To Begin. That album, also recorded in Asheville, always took me deep & fast into the rising rapids of loving life with “Is There A Ghost” & “Ode To LRC.” I swear it’s not deja vu or nostalgia, this reverent newness of oldness that always was, always is, & was always good, forever amen.  


My students prefer the term “relatable” when discussing lyrics as simple & memorable as these on “Gateleg”: “Like the cans, bags, tins, and smokes/All the pull-tabs and OTC rolls.” The chorus says more than it clearly says about the economy & the culture & it already says a lot: “You ain't gonna work on the line no more/You're gonna work at Maggie's store.” Things clicked even further in my mind at the Louisville show, when Dowdy told me a little bit about his academic research & writing, about the things that could have been, in that other world that we always said was possible. I am enchanted by the fascinating fact that his dissertation director was renowned literary-critic leftist Fredric Jameson, who sadly recently passed.

When a band hooks me by the heart-&-guts like Fust does, I love to devour the journalistic buzz about a new record, & this one has aplenty. The search engines led me to incredible long form pieces over at Paste by Matt Mitchell & Anna Pichler. In addition to my above-mentioned antecedents & fellow travelers, another reviewer also placed Fust in conversation with John Prine & the Drive By Truckers. Their album was engineered by Alex Farrar at Drop of Sun Studios in Asheville, also making them very specific contemporaries of rising western NC star MJ Lenderman. 


“Jody” is a jam that centers love & alcohol with immediacy & intimacy & every listener from a rural area can visualize that “outside fridge.” The title track “Big Ugly” brings it all together with its anchors in the dirt, with its allegiance to a river, with its lonesome loyalty to land & place that says they will only ever haul me off, if & when it’s in a pine box. This admission of a deep & thorny sense of home, even when some of our neighbors betray us as misfits or  even call us traitors, it gets redeemed in the southern jangle spangle medicine that holds this album both shimmering & aloft, as well as deep deep inside. Poetic meditations & problematic regional morality aside, the gust of Fust hooks simply hook me as I cannot help but to hum & sing along.  


When you are as addicted to a new record as I am to this one, I needed to rearrange my week to find a way to catch a show, which we did at Louisville’s Zanzabar. Nashville’s glorious garage-psych siblings the Styrofoam Winos have just joined Fust for a week, & it was really great to see the Fust gang join the audience, standing near the front to support the Winos, as they amazingly switch instruments & rotate vocal duties on every single song. Jake Tapley’s set to start everything was also stellar. Wow.

The entire Fust record rivets-&-rocks with such believable stories & characters, they all bring me back to dip my bucket again & again, each track acts as a haunting hymn that my mind-body-spirit simply needs. I am sad that I only got to see one show on this April leg, but am already eyeing their dates opening for SG Goodman come fall. 


Fust (with Styrofoam Winos & Jake Tapley)
Zanzibar in Louisville, KY
4-16-2025

Setlist:
Big Ugly 
Gateleg
Doghole
Jody
Bleached
Violent Jubilee
Mountain Language 
Heart Song
Open Water
Sister
Spangled 

Fust are a 7-piece on the record & a 6-piece live; the album credits are:
Aaron Dowdy: guitar, vocals, and synth
Avery Sullivan: drums and percussion
Frank Meadows: piano and percussion
John Wallace: guitar and vocals
Justin Morris: guitar, pedal steel, vocals
Libby Rodenbough: fiddle and vocals
Oliver Child-Lanning: bass, vocals, dulcimer, and synth


Monday, April 14, 2025

Digging, Dreaming, & Dancing with Hayden Mattingly & Honeybrook

 


-words originally conceived as liner notes to the new album From Dreams We Emerge-

In every “framily,” every workplace, every campus, every community, we need a house band. We need a soundtrack to daily life. I’m incredibly grateful to have friends & fellow-travelers in close geographic proximity cranking out such consistently compelling & conscientiously crafted songs as found on the new album by my community’s house band, Hayden Mattingly & Honeybrook.

Having worked at the same higher education institution for more than 20 years, I am always grateful to learn about my colleagues’ more interesting hobbies, second careers, & side hustles. It was at least 15 years ago when my sadly-now-deceased colleague Kurt told me about a band that he heard jamming in the parking lot by the Catholic Church at a festive seasonal shindig. The lead singer, guitar player, & principal songwriter of the group that was then-called Tenshades is wildlife biologist & environmental science scholar Hayden Mattingly.

Not long after learning about Tenshades, I made sure that we booked them at a local street festival. In addition to the sparkling originals in their set, the cover songs in their repertoire confirmed a kinship with the psych-jangle of place-based roots rook, ranging from R.E.M. to the Band. For the current live shows, the band is now called Honeybrook, a name that perfectly evokes the ensemble’s organic sweet & flowing audio ambiance. Over the years, my former student, keyboardist, & solo-artist in his-own-right Drew Griswold brought more to their live shows, which we frankly don’t get enough of in Cookeville, maybe two-or-three a year if we are lucky! (Griswold doesn’t appear on the current offering, but if you see Honeybook in-person, you will hopefully catch him.)

With 2022’s The Next Moonlight & now the brand-new-for-2025 release From Dreams We Emerge, Hayden Mattingly has distinguished himself as a visionary rock poet whose literary songbook is a profound extension of his love for the natural world in all its wild diversity & spangled specificity. How else do we get an anthemic lament for an endangered species like we find in the song “Candlefish”!? This gorgeous & groovy hymn gets an uplifting bounce to its serious topic by the seriously talented rhythm section of Benjamin Clark on bass & co-producer Mike Harrison on drums. The late-disc heartfelt ballad “Second Stand” alludes to the unlikely courage that we find later in life to align with our values of love & truth, to defend against all that offends love & truth.

The natural world bursts from the grooves on every track found on this record, even & especially with overt lyrical references to biology & ecology found on some of the songs. It’s no wonder that Hayden draws so much of his inspiration on the trails that traverse the mountains & the creeks & the caves of our local bioregion. When Hayden shared his appreciation for the early-20th-century “vagabond of beauty” Everett Ruess (referenced in “Candlefish”), the internal recognition I experienced was from the misty depths. When this album gets its official streaming release, I cannot recommend it enough for taking your smartphone & best headphones on your favorite local trail, to experience these songs as a solo-walking-meditation, embedded in the ecological expanse from which they are born.

When the album opens with “Alive,” listeners immediately get injected & infected with the record’s thesis statement. When the narrator asks us to “adjourn from the rotten status quo,” he doesn’t need to ask us twice. We are as ready now as we were when Stipe, Buck, Mills, & Berry asked us to “Begin the Begin” more than 40 years ago. With the singer, we are “coming alive,” because we are! As I spent a few weeks allowing the advance listening copy to hook me on this needed addition to the Hayden Mattingly canon, I found myself texting the songwriter about certain tracks. With “Alive,” we shared a chat about its affinity with the late mystic Howard Thurman’s viral meme: “Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” Punctuated by the pulse of Harrison’s drums, this track is the perfect opening track. It grabs us by the soul & skin; we are all in!  

The genius that drips from these dreams emerged to be fully formed on a recent winter-break creative-binge in a rural recording studio. Enter co-producer, collaborator, & technical curator Cody Smith, whose Sunday Drive studio, found at the end-of-the-road overlooking a vast vista in Overton County, provided the physical & spiritual playground for creating this jammy, juicy, & fulfilling feast for our ears. Entering the amazing room that another regional musician simply called “sick” for the first time, I immediately got vibes of similarly sacred temples of sound in Muscle Shoals, Memphis, & Motown, an inspiration for his labor-of-love that Cody immediately owned & acknowledged. Even before almost getting lost on the back roads finding Sunday Drive, I knew that this album acknowledged a delicious debt to the very dirt of our homeplaces. Now that I have visited the hallowed space that Smith has created, I will always revere & recommend it.

While “classic rock” may be more of a contested referent for hardcore collectors & nerds than a genre per se, Hayden Mattingly’s albums are the greatest instant-classics of classic rock that your friends outside our regional scene may have never heard of, a reliable & humble vibe of warmth, fuzz, & funk. Because if Sunday Drive studio isn’t the Fame or Muscle Shoals Sound of the Cumberland Mountains, it might also be our Big Pink. A defining sound of classic rural country funk might be the wonky wah-wah of The Band’s Garth Hudson’s clavinet on “Up On Cripple Creek.” The sound of that addictive boogie shows up on “Highland Dig,” attributed to Hayden’s sister Mary Ben Bonham, who adds a spoken-word interlude to that crunchy earworm. It makes me want to do my silly hippy dances, just thinking about it.

Stop whatever else you’re doing, no, really do it right now. Then fire-up your best stereo with its banging speakers, give your heart over to the secret glories to be discovered in From Dreams We Emerge.

Dig it. Dance to it. Do that again. Then tell all your friends. -Andrew William Smith/Sunfrog/Teacher On The Radio
April 2025


Saturday, April 12, 2025

Flood (TOTR 495)

 


[1990s archival images from the personal collection of Scott Winchell. Top picture includes our co-host on the far right with members of Big Tent Revival]

-originally aired on WTTU 88.5 FM The Nest on Saturday, April 12, 2025
-Our special guest co-host today is Scott Winchell, for a Lent/Easter season mix of 1990s contemporary Christian rock
-you can listen to the audio archive here:
Stream Flood - TOTR 495 by Teacher On The Radio | Listen online for free on SoundCloud
-all views only represent the host, interviewees, & the artists played, never the student managers or the Communication department or the university
-check out the bonus interview with Scott Michael Winchell:
https://www.youtube.com/live/AzA6OM3tNgs?si=OCOIIjVZkunCxwYb

Jennifer Knapp - Undo Me 
Jars of Clay - Liquid
77s - Woody 
PFR - Great Lengths
DC Talk - Colored People
Newsboys - Breakfast
The O.C. Supertones - Supertones Strike Back
Lost Dogs - Breath Deep
Adam Again - Deep
Charlie Peacock - After Lovin You
Caedmon’s Call - There You Go
Jars of Clay - Flood
P.O.D. - Southtown
DC Talk - Consume Me
The Choir - A Sentimental Song
Bleach - Land of the Lost
Sixpence None The Richer - The Fatherless and the Widow
Big Tent Revival - Mend Me
Seven Day Jesus - Butterfly
Grammatrain - Believe
Third Day - Alien 
Satellite Soul - Fool 
MxPx - Punk Rawk Show
Switchfoot - Dare You To Move

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Out In The Open (TOTR 494)

-originally aired on WTTU 88.5 FM The Nest on Saturday, April 5, 2025
-Our special guest today is professor Kinsey Simone, in cooperation with the Mad Topics event taking place today at Tennessee Tech:
-Listen to audio archive/podcast version here:

-all views only represent the host, interviewees, & the artists played, never the student managers or the Communication department or the university

Katrina & the Waves - Walking On Sunshine
The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun
The Beach Boys - Good Vibrations
Bill Withers - Lovely Day
American Authors - Best Day of My Life
U2 - Beautiful Day
Sara Bareilles - Brave
Miley Cyrus - The Climb
Bruno Mars - Count On Me
Coldplay - A Sky Full Of Stars
James Bay - Let It Go
Alexi Murdoch - Breathe
Ben E. King - Stand By Me 
Brian Johnson & Jenn Johnson - You’re Gonna Be OK
fun. - Carry On
Snow Patrol - Crack The Shutters
Elbow - One Day Like This
jeremy messersmith - We All Do Better When We All Do Better
Redbird - Ooh La La
Pixie & the Partygrass Boys - Be Kind
My Morning Jacket - Out In The Open
Bill Withers - Lean On Me
Sam Cooke - (What A) Wonderful World 
 

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

What it "is": fascinating lifelong fandom, celebrating sobriety & self-care, & singing along to all the songs on the latest from My Morning Jacket

 

[the author of this think-piece celebrating 20 years of My Morning Jacket fandom]

Serious music fandom for me is a strange & marvelous thing. With so many bands & artists that I follow at an addictive level, sometimes you just have to step off the rocking-&-rolling psychedelic treadmill, sometimes you need a break from the upside-down & twirly ride with one superfan sensation, just to catch your breath & explore other things. 


Two decades in, now seems the perfect time to take stock of my love for My Morning Jacket, which has preoccupied almost all of my 21st century. My Morning Jacket have been with me for 20 years, since their big breakout album “Z,” with its glorious moody sonics, so much reverb & psych vibe in an indie rock package. These warm fuzzy envelopes of vibration meant that the critics attributed to them the illustrious claim of  “America’s Radiohead,” shared with groups like Wilco.

My journey into heavy Jacket fandom lined up with attending as many shows as humanly possible & it all corresponded for me with the last leg of a 20-year drug-&-booze-bender, by the end of my 30s & the end of the “aughts,”  it was a devious mixture of hard liquor & magic mushrooms & so much more. The Jacket were a sweet soundtrack when the drinking & drugging went sour.  I drove countless hours south just to black-out & forgot much more than the setlist.


By 2009, the Jacket were still there for me with the ascension of a song like “Gideon” to the choir hymnal of a new life, when I embraced the lifestyle of a clean-&-sober-music fan, & I would have religious experiences with songs like “Circuital” or “Compound Fracture.” “Wonderful” was the way I was feeling. But as much as spiritual seeker & a collective shaman for us all, I had no idea that the author of “Wonderful” was sometimes feeling much less than wonderful.


Fast forward to September 2024. Someone in “the business” whispered this to me: “Everyone in the band is sober, they are happier than they’ve ever been, & the new album is ready to go.” At first, I wasn’t sure if all that was public information, but now that I have heard Jim speak openly about it in interviews, I am comfortable to say it is.


This first whisper about the mental health evolution of the band was around the time of the Jacket’s fall co-headline tour with Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats, & I caught three electrifying shows, & I really felt my love for this band rekindling. I had never fallen out of love with the Jacket, but they were not in daily listening rotation. “Waterfall 2” (2020) & “Self-Titled” (2021) are strong in their own right, but I didn’t find myself fully freaking out for them, as I did on the entire run from “Z” through “Waterfall.” In some ways “Evil Urges” & “Circuital” were albums that truly became part of my blood & bones & entire being. 


When my friend told me all that about sobriety & happiness, I was intrigued & excited. Now that I have listened to Jim unburdening & opening his heart in a few different interviews, I am grateful & enthralled. The days of welcoming “is” into my world & anticipating another tour have been entirely energizing, it’s like I am falling in love with the band all over again. 


As I was preparing to share about my absolute love for the new album on the “Music Nerds Record Club” monthly stream, I stumbled into a brand new episode of the “Depresh Mode” mental health podcast, with Jim as the guest. In the lead-up to the interview, the host referred to Jim as a “recovering alcoholic,” & later in the episode, Jim said that, in fact, everyone in the band is sober. That was the first public disclosure of this that I had heard, confirming those previous whispers, now so open & vulnerable & transparent. It definitely taps into the deeper, soulful, hardcore joy that I am getting from this record. 


On another podcast called “Love is the Author,” host Jaymee Carpenter & Jim James journey deeper into what Jim calls the ocean of consciousness & the Wall of God. This stuff is all the cosmic American things we have come to expect from Jim. The words are super woo-woo, hippy-dippy, love-is-the-answer, ain’t reality trippy. To be clear, I am totally here for it. But on both pods, Jim is also honest about self-loathing, depression, suicidal ideation, & alcoholism. 


The conversations are giant group hugs with the universe, an injection of self-love & broader, humbler perspective. Jim sharing about his own wellness & mental health & sobriety journey is helping me with my similar journey. I feel he is our cosmic sibling, even though I only know him through the music & the interviews & the like.


From those first dips at the listening parties in Nashville two weeks ago, now into several deeper listens on my headphones & good speakers, we are certain that this album has opened a portal in the ceiling of the world, the beams of light from the top of your head are radiating into the heart of that God-wall. The interaction between all the band-members & their producer Brendan O’Brian seem to have solidified the expansive, electric, eclectic groove. Jim said that 100 ideas were narrowed down to 20 songs to finally evolve into the 40 minutes of material to make the final cut. Musically, the licks & grooves are on fire, the beauty & bounce have me in a full-tilt boogie, I am all up in it, all to the wall, foundation to the sky.

 

I first noticed that the album has a “classic”-Jacket-feeling overall, by which I guess I mean, it has an Evil Urges-meets-Circuital-era allure. The simple title “is” & the album cover of the band members' faces blurred, as they sit together sharing some kind of ground-mind-seance-communion, suggests to me a mature collective of middle-aged rock-n-roll mystics, at peace with the world “as it is,” even as we know the world spins in topsy-turvy chaos. 


My listening to this incredible album contributes to me sharing in this sense of acceptance & joy. I could give into anger & despair, especially now. Not denying that there are seriously shitty things going on in the wider world, but also admitting that music heals & that healed & happy folks are often better equipped to deal with suffering & shameful acts of the powerful. We can control our personal emotional & mental posture & outlook, even & especially now, & still choose to radiate love. This album radiates love. 


The album projects a profound & alluring ambiance that is boundless & bouncy with sprinkles & sparkles of rainbows & sunshine. I think back to some of the expansive rock-soul sounds of the 1970s that I know have inspired Jim James & how the 1970s also felt a bit like an existential apocalypse, but people get back to goodness & grooving. The world might be ending, but it’s time to keep rocking anyways. 


On a review podcast discussing the album, another critic implied that Jim was trying to be a “psychedelic Marvin Gaye,” suggesting in his somewhat smug tone, as if this were somehow a bad thing. The soulful radio-friendly aspect of recent Jacket & even the Jim solo records, these are good things. Cosmic Kermit the Frog & Psychedelic Marvin Gaye: I am here for it. 


As the 40-minute listen concludes on the back stretch, things get scruffier & jammier but we are entirely elevated, soaring throughout, with not a single track to skip.  When I attended the advance listening parties, I was on my feet & dancing for the entirety of both listens that when too quickly. Now that this is my permanent soundtrack on headphones or cranking from the speakers, I am leaping for joy like Puck or Peter Pan defying the impending doom. My long walks, I take “is.” Dancing with my sweetie & fellow Jacket fan around the family room, we need “is.” Spinning in circles in the grass on the campus where I work, I am probably listening to “is.”


I have heard others say this: we need album-opener “Out in the Open” as-an opening song at opening night of the tour in Chattanooga or especially on the first night at One Big Holiday. That tracks, as this song is a barefoot-in-the-sand, organic beach jam, images of trees & water & sun, rivers flowing, hearts swirling throughout. It starts as a noodly slow burn, then blossoms into sunbursts & shines. I imagine people twirling fire or juggling glowsticks at the show. From that flowery sweet song, you bump right into “Half a Lifetime” with its funky feels, with the striking image of a “motorpsycho prison” & “hard rock vision.” 


Then there is “Everyday Magic” which “casts spells” & rides a “ripple in the fabric of all space time” & ultimately reminds us that we “can’t do it alone.” The sweet soulfulness of the entire record really simmers on this one & the next one, “I Can Hear Your Love.”  


“Beginning from the Ending” is a mellow meditation that starts out slow to contemplate the meaning of all existence, in the way that Jim does as a songwriting-speciality. Singing about the deeper purposes & paradoxes of life throughout, the song builds from a subtly strummed opening to a crashing crescendo with the reliable reminder that “Love was all that mattered.” 


“Lemme Know” is a chugging twinkling banger that opens doors, considers an earth lost as dust & an ocean of forgiveness. Jim’s lyrics & singing cultivate an admission & an acceptance of how things are simultaneously messed up & beautiful in this beautiful terrible world.


“Die for It” will probably be a real face-melter live. This is one of those tracks (not the first by any stretch) where I feel like Jim & Carl have some Plant & Page chemistry, blustering & blistering out their own careening into classic rock mythology. Are there some weird echoey effects on Jim’s voice in this one? Carl’s guitar goes crazy! Am I tripping, no, I am sober & it’s only 4:30pm in the afternoon or maybe it’s 9:00am in the morning. I can’t wait to hear this one in person. I want to hear all of these in-person.

I am sad the album is already almost over at this point, but “River Road” invites us inside whatever this journey has been. I want to light candles to this song, even though it is daytime. This song is a heart-mind-body coming home song, perfect album closer on a sizzling crescendo.  


The first two listens at the listening party came inside to the tender heart, changed me to my core, elevated me in my spirit that needed the distraction from the impending implosion-of-society. Yes, I was that guy standing by the speaker on the Grimeys new-releases aisle both dancing & scribbling in my notebook. The last words I wrote were WOW! WOW! WOW! Several listens later, I cannot shake the smile on my face, cannot stop singing, cannot stop saying WOW! WOW! WOW! 


It was a long week of waiting between the listening party & album release, thank goodness that I was traveling & distracted by other music. Then it was the official first day of spring, yes the spring equinox. This album is the new day, the new light, the new era of My Morning Jacket. 


With spring & fall tours, I said I was only going to buy a couple of tickets. Now I am buying a lot more tickets. My Jacket fandom is on serious fire. Pack the car, bring snacks & your sweetheart. Waste money on merch. Get there early, stay until after the house-lights come up. See you out there. Much love.

Andrew/Sunfrog

March 2025