Old Angel, the latest project from the Lost Dogs (Terry Taylor, Mike Roe, Derri Daugherty and Steve Hindalong) is a 15-song audio travelogue of the group's pilgrimage down Route 66— and may very well be their crowning achievement. Every song on this new record is a snapshot out the RV window. Some are blurry, some are faded, but all bear the yellowed patina of something like grace.
A wide-ranging musical palette of muscular modern rock tinged with old-timey Americana flavors reflects the ever-changing landscape as we tour the broken heartland with four master musicians and storytellers. The superlative songwriting from all four members, at times bordering on literature, covers an expansive time frame of American history from the Old West through the Great Depression to the day before yesterday. We are introduced to a diverse congregation of characters along this 2500-mile road trip: wandering Okies, homeless hobos, hope-filled Navajo children, brokenhearted waitresses and the legendary heroes of our common history. It’s an album of Polaroids, full of friends, family and otherwise unfamiliar faces, but by the end of the book, we know every story by heart.
The trip down what’s left of America’s Main Street is equal parts wonder and squalor and the Santa Monica Pier is no New Jerusalem but these boys share the adventure like a family slideshow carousel. Through one of their finest musical efforts in a career full of high notes, they help us find the joy in our journeys. Sure, the dust storms and potholes leave us weathered and sore and the gaudy kitsch almost turns nostalgia into parody but those who have ears to hear and eyes to see glimpse the ghosts of former glories around every broken bend in the old highway.
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lyrics
(Terry Scott Taylor)
Dust in my bowl for breakfast
The end of my dreams for lunch
Despair on my plate
And for dinner I ate
Grapes of wrath
Downed them all bunch by bunch
We picked peaches for a nickel a bucket
Not enough to keep us alive
And in that Hooverville camp
By the river she sat
There my mama she laid down and died
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
Down Route 66
I’m prayin’ she’ll be
A glory road to me
The babies they’s cold and they’s hungry
The wife cries she wants to go back
But there ain’t no back to go back to
The banks and the dozers made damn sure of that
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
Down Route 66
I’m prayin’ she’ll be
A glory road for me
A man he can think about heaven
Imagine a life there so sweet
But for now he must pray
“Lord provide me a way
So my children have something to eat”
And it’s onward to rich California
With a prayer and our heads still held high
And the hope in that land
I’ll be a prosperous man
Build my family a home ‘fore I die
O I’m leaving down Route 66
I’m leaving down Route 66
With my bowl full of dust
It’s California or bust
Guessin’ down the road I’ll see
If she’s a glory road to me
supported by 26 fans who also own “Dust In My Bowl”
Fantastic album/CD with great instrumentation and vocals. Also an inspiration listening to the lyrics. Excellent recording quality as well.
I give this my 5 Coconuts!
Ron Ajemian
supported by 21 fans who also own “Dust In My Bowl”
It all comes down to the message and the music. This combo package delivers on both. Get this now, what are you waiting for ??
This is The 77s live and sounding fantastic...
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