Well, you knew you were going to hear my review of the latest Dixie Chicks album (because I warned you, and if you didn’t read that, well, I’m warning you now). Here it is.
I’ve listened to this album numerous times, and it’s damned good. I mean, it’s SERIOUSLY good. It reminds me a lot of the 70s California style rock done to such perfection by The Eagles, Dan Fogleberg, J.D. Souther, maybe a bit of Fleetwood Mac, you get the vibe here?
Musically, it’s just damned good. Lyrically, it’s pretty powerful. Lyrics range from love songs to lullabies to songs of defiance (something I can always identify with). I’m telling you, this is a really good album, particularly if you like 70s style California rock with that comfortable but not overpowering country influence.
Mmmmmm. Gooooood music.
The Dixie Chicks’ Martie Maguire has been quoted as saying, “I’d rather have a smaller following of really cool people who get it, who will grow with us as we grow and are fans for life, than people that have us in their five-disc changer with Reba McEntire and Toby Keith. We don’t want those kinds of fans. They limit what you can do.”
Well, I don’t have a five disc changer (okay, I do, but I never use it), and I don’t own any Reba… no, wait… yes, I do have a couple Reba McEntire albums, but I own NO Toby Keith and wouldn’t if someone gave it to me for free, but I’m pretty sure that I “get it” and if the Dixie Chicks keep making albums of this quality, I’ll be a fan for life.
I promise not to put them in the disc changer with Reba.
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