Steve Earle hyllar sin bortgångne son

Justin Townes Earle gick bort i somras, bara 38 år gammal.

Nu släpper hans far Steve Earle en jättefin hyllningsplatta.

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Artist:
STEVE EARLE AND THE DUKES
Albumtitel:
J.T.
År:
2021
Genre:
COUNTY
Skivbolag:
NEW WEST RECORDS

Steve Earle släpper en platta med låtar som hans bortgångne son Justin Townes Earle har skrivit. Foto: Sarah Sharpe

Justin Townes Earle var döpt efter sin pappa Steve Earles vän och idol, Townes Van Zandt. Så att även Justin Townes Earle skulle göra musik var väl mer eller mindre förutbestämt. Han gjorde åtta album och prisades vid Americana Music Awards.

När Steve Earle nu vill hylla sin son gör han det med låtar som sonen har skrivit plus en egen låt, Last words.

  1. I don’t care
  2. Ain’t glad I’m leaving
  3. Maria
  4. Far away in another town
  5. They killed John Henry
  6. Turn out my lights
  7. Lone Pine Hill
  8. Champagne Corolla
  9. The Saint of lost causes
  10. Harlem river blues
  11. Last words

Det är en jättefin platta som Steve Earle And The Dukes ger oss, men detta blir ingen vanlig recension – det finns dock några alldeles utomordentligt fina countrylåtar här

I stället får Steve Earle berätta allting själv:

Justin Townes Earle left this world a little over a mile from where he came in, having seen more of it than most folks in his thirty-eight years before his all too short arc brought him right back to where he started from; Nashville, Tennessee.

The evening Justin was born, in what was then called Baptist Hospital, his mother, Carol, exhausted after 36 hours in labor fell immediately into a deep sleep and I was left staring into the eyes of my first-born son. After a while, a kindly nurse asked if I would like to carry him to the nursery myself. I don’t know how I ever negotiated the walk down the hall without tripping over my own two feet. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and he looked right back at me, hardly blinking, as if to say, “I know you.” After a bit of a gentle tug-of-war at the nursery door I reluctantly relinquished custody to the nurse.

My arms had never felt so empty.

Suddenly it occurred to me that I hadn’t spoken to any of my family back in Texas since I’d phoned early the day before to let them know that Carol was in labor and we were headed for the hospital.

I beelined for the payphones in the waiting room and was relieved to find a quarter in my pocket (not a given at that point in my career). I dropped it in the slot and dialed my parents’ number in Houston. My Dad answered and immediately upon hearing his voice, I burst into tears and apologized for every shitty thing I’d ever said or done to him, which was a litany.

Carol and I split up when Justin was 3 and he shuttled between our households, sometimes voluntarily sometimes not, until he left home. That event occurred pretty organically when he accompanied me on a teaching sabbatical to the Old Town School of Folk Music in Chicago.

Justin was playing by that time, having gone from post-mortem Nirvana fan to acoustic blues practitioner by way of Kurt Cobain’s Where did you sleep last night. He’d only been interested in electric guitar until seeing Cobain hunched over the big Martin acoustic on MTV Unplugged so I pointed him towards the original recorded version in my record collection. Leadbelly was next to Lightnin’ Hopkins and Lightnin’ next to Mance Lipscomb and next thing I knew he was playing stuff I’d been trying to sort out for years. The original idea of Justin going to Chicago (besides just keeping an eye on him) was that he would take a few classes at the Old Town School, but within a few weeks he was TEACHING fingerstyle guitar. By the time I completed my eight-week course and returned home Justin had turned 18 and elected to remain behind.

He was back in Nashville six months later and, musically, things began to develop rapidly. A jug band, a rock band, a short stint as a Duke, but, lo and behold he’d begun to come up with songs of his own and they were really fucking good. He would release 8 full length albums and an EP over 13 years during which our paths crossed infrequently, usually on the road. Ironically, we both sat out the last summer of his life in Tennessee, grounded by pandemic, unable to escape to the only place either one of us ever felt at home. The Highway.

We spoke often those last few months, saw each other a handful of times and I talked to him the night he died. I am grateful for that. This record is called J.T. because he was never called anything else until he was nearly grown. Well, when he was little, I called him Cowboy. For better or worse, right or wrong, I loved Justin Townes Earle more than anything else on this earth. That being said, I made this record, like every other record I’ve ever made… for me. It was the only way I knew to say goodbye.

See you when I get there, Cowboy,
Dad

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