It's
always fun to find a songwriter who savors the words he sings.
On his fourth solo album, upstate New Yorker Eddy Lawrence spits
out reams of inventive and unforgettable tales that boast a
savvy lyrical touch and an offhand John Prine-like delivery.
Bob
Cannon
New Country |
A
couple of years ago, realizing that his cassettes seemed to
stay in my dashboard for more than their fair share of time
-- on cross-country trips, and for days around town -- I started
to think that just maybe Eddy Lawrence was the best damn songwriter
around. Yes, I appreciate the very finest of local songwriting
talent like Five Chinese Brothers, Erica Wheeler, and Greg Trooper,
and nationally known songwriters like John Hiatt and Lyle Lovett...but
after dozens of listenings, Eddy's self produced albums never
fail to blow them all away in the ability to keep on surprising.
I laugh out loud at something I hadn't noticed before; I pause
in awe at a remarkable detail; I wonder how the heck he thought
up such an odd turn of events.
John
Alexander
Boogie Shoes, WFUV Radio |