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Artist: The Turnpike Troubadours
Album: The Turnpike Troubadours
Bitrate: 253kbps avg
Quality: EAC Secure Mode / LAME 3.98.4 / -V0 / 44.100Khz
Label: Bossier City Records
Genre: Country
Size: 85.14 megs
PlayTime: 0h 44min 28sec total
Rip Date: 2015-10-10
Store Date: 2015-09-18

Track List:
--------
01. The Bird Hunters                 5:11
02. The Mercury                      3:43
03. Down Here                        3:09
04. Time Of Day                      3:23
05. Ringing In The Year              4:15
06. A Little Song                    2:44
07. Long Drive Home                  4:10
08. Easton & Main                    3:57
09. 7 Oaks                           4:01
10. Doreen                           3:10
11. Fall Out Of Love                 3:27
12. Bossier City                     3:18

Release Notes:
--------
Some will tell you country music must evolve, must adapt to survive and stay
relevant in the current cultural climate. Left and right we see country acts we
once thought to be insulated from the winds of change, if not shelters against
them, rushing to incorporate electronic drums, synthesizers, other inorganic
accouterments, or shopping list dirges of tailgate scenes into their music after
being counseled on how this is what you need to keep the music scintillating to
the modern ear. Even some of the primary names in the Texas and Red Dirt scenes
have backslid into this predictable role.

And then hereÆs the Turnpike Troubadours, years junior to many of the other big
names from the Oklahoma music circuit, starting off their new, self-titled
albumùthe first in over three yearsùwith a five-minute waltz built upon the rake
of the fiddle.

The beauty of country music has always been its ability to remain a steadfast
compass point in an tempestuous world. No matter what else is going on, you can
count on country being there. ItÆs a rock. This is where countryÆs beauty and
sway over the human spirit emanates from. And yet this is whatÆs lost on the
many who seem to think countryÆs future is in shying away from this indomitable
aspect of the music.

However, you go to a Turnpike Troubadours show, and itÆs a different story. ItÆs
not filled with 40 and 50-something divorcee boot scooters. ItÆs not about
country punks or leather-clad Outlaws. YouÆll see all those elements intermixed
in the crowd for sure, standing on the periphery, shuffling around in the
crowded room. But mostly this is a younger crowd. Many of the boys are clean
cut, and the girls are pretty. There may be some country fried frat boys, but
these arenÆt bros. The Turnpike Troubadours are hip, and country.

ThereÆs not much to complain about with the Turnpike Troubadours, but one
concern is the amount of recorded output during their eight-year stretch. Their
2012 record Goodbye Normal Street had the independent and Texas country world
agog, and it felt like if they only had the alacrity to turn around a year or so
later and release another, similar to how Sturgill Simpson sling shot himself to
the top, the Turnpike Troubadours could be on top of the world.

the-turnpike-troubadoursAs it is, the momentum ebbed some time a while back, and
the songs became a little tired. But frontman and primary songwriter Evan Felker
is not going to force the issue, and heÆs certainly not going to make a living
primarily singing the songs of others. If it takes three years to cut a record,
it takes three years to cut a record. If they even have to take two old songs to
fill out a 12-song track list, which they do by re-recording ôBossier Cityö and
ôEaston & Mainö from the bandÆs first record, then so be it. You donÆt get lines
like ôYou bet your heart on a diamond and I played the clubs in spadesö without
letting the inspiration behind a song come to you, instead of forcing it out
based on an arbitrary timeline. These guys have already overshot any
expectations allotted to them when they started out, so why try shoot for the
moon now, and risk losing the mojo?

ThatÆs the thing about the Turnpike Troubadours: theyÆve exuded a patience and
steadiness that has put them steadfastly in touch with the underlying spirit of
country music. If they wanted to pivot just slightly and go some big rock route,
they could blow up huge. But they didnÆt and they donÆt . . . and they still
blew up huge. This isnÆt old country. This is new country, only the roots are
still attached, and the branches fan out wide.

You can look at The Turnpike Troubadours as an ass kicking live band, or you can
look at them as a band behind a singer songwriter that happens to have some ass
kicking songs. Their melodies could rise a little bit more. They could shorten
some of their songs, or contemporize the instrumentation. This is surely what
they would hear if they sailed their ship for Nashville looking for a larger
slice. But they refuse to tinker with what has led them here. You get the sense
they would rather quit than let down their long-term fans, or themselves. ItÆs
still the same guys, and mostly the same sound. They remain the Turnpike
Troubadours. And their destiny and prospects are better off for it.

The success of the Troubadours has taken them all around North America, but
their music still remains firmly grounded in the dirt of Oklahoma, maybe more so
than ever in their new, self-titled album. Their home is where the inspiration
for their songs springs from, where Tulsa feels like the big city, full of all
the trappings and broken promises of the modern world, and Bossier might as well
be a universe away. And yet the perspective is worldly, the sentiments
universal, and the message intelligent and enriching.

The Turnpike Troubadours know what they do very well. They take FelkerÆs songs,
they watch what the crowd reacts to and they emphasize that. Their melodies are
in no way obvious, but they grow on you. You can regard them as a fun band to go
watch on a Saturday night, or the home of one of this generationÆs leading
songwriters. Or if youÆre wise, you do both.

Their new, self-titled album may not have the big, signature songs of their
previous efforts like ô7 & 7,ö ôEvery Girl,ö or ôLong Hot Summer Day.ö But itÆs
probably their most consistent with quality cover to cover. Guitarist Ryan
Englemanæs growth is greatly noticed, as his confidence with the steel guitar
adds a new wrinkle to the bandÆs sound, while his lead licks on the Telecaster
growl more than ever, yet remain within the realm of the TroubadoursÆ sound.

From the gentle moments of the acoustic ôA Little Song,ö to the odes to wild
women like ôThe Mercury,ö to the stories of ôThe Bird Huntersö and ô7 Oaks,ö the
Turnpike Troubadours paint the picture of a simple man trying to grasp the
complexities and people of a world lost in the allure of its own reflection,
while he does his best to remain grounded in the values of himself and his home.
Not a bad parallel for the plights and perils of country music.

In todayÆs country, Alabama may run off an record Bro-Country song, Zac Brown
may decide he wants to be an EDM star, Sturgill Simpson may include synthesizers
in his next album. But the Turnpike Troubadours remain steadfast, and a reason
to celebrate the present, hope for the future, and hold fond memories for the
past.



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Artist: The Turnpike Troubadours
Album: The Turnpike Troubadours
Bitrate: 253kbps avg
Quality: EAC Secure Mode / LAME 3.98.4 / -V0 / 44.100Khz
Label: Bossier City Records
Genre: Country
Size: 85.14 megs
PlayTime: 0h 44min 28sec total
Rip Date: 2015-10-10
Store Date: 2015-09-18

Track List:
--------
01. The Bird Hunters                 5:11
02. The Mercury                      3:43
03. Down Here                        3:09
04. Time Of Day                      3:23
05. Ringing In The Year              4:15
06. A Little Song                    2:44
07. Long Drive Home                  4:10
08. Easton & Main                    3:57
09. 7 Oaks                           4:01
10. Doreen                           3:10
11. Fall Out Of Love                 3:27
12. Bossier City                     3:18

Release Notes:
--------
Some will tell you country music must evolve, must adapt to survive and stay
relevant in the current cultural climate. Left and right we see country acts we
once thought to be insulated from the winds of change, if not shelters against
them, rushing to incorporate electronic drums, synthesizers, other inorganic
accouterments, or shopping list dirges of tailgate scenes into their music after
being counseled on how this is what you need to keep the music scintillating to
the modern ear. Even some of the primary names in the Texas and Red Dirt scenes
have backslid into this predictable role.

And then here’s the Turnpike Troubadours, years junior to many of the other big
names from the Oklahoma music circuit, starting off their new, self-titled
album—the first in over three years—with a five-minute waltz built upon the rake
of the fiddle.

The beauty of country music has always been its ability to remain a steadfast
compass point in an tempestuous world. No matter what else is going on, you can
count on country being there. It’s a rock. This is where country’s beauty and
sway over the human spirit emanates from. And yet this is what’s lost on the
many who seem to think country’s future is in shying away from this indomitable
aspect of the music.

However, you go to a Turnpike Troubadours show, and it’s a different story. It’s
not filled with 40 and 50-something divorcee boot scooters. It’s not about
country punks or leather-clad Outlaws. You’ll see all those elements intermixed
in the crowd for sure, standing on the periphery, shuffling around in the
crowded room. But mostly this is a younger crowd. Many of the boys are clean
cut, and the girls are pretty. There may be some country fried frat boys, but
these aren’t bros. The Turnpike Troubadours are hip, and country.

There’s not much to complain about with the Turnpike Troubadours, but one
concern is the amount of recorded output during their eight-year stretch. Their
2012 record Goodbye Normal Street had the independent and Texas country world
agog, and it felt like if they only had the alacrity to turn around a year or so
later and release another, similar to how Sturgill Simpson sling shot himself to
the top, the Turnpike Troubadours could be on top of the world.

the-turnpike-troubadoursAs it is, the momentum ebbed some time a while back, and
the songs became a little tired. But frontman and primary songwriter Evan Felker
is not going to force the issue, and he’s certainly not going to make a living
primarily singing the songs of others. If it takes three years to cut a record,
it takes three years to cut a record. If they even have to take two old songs to
fill out a 12-song track list, which they do by re-recording “Bossier City” and
“Easton & Main” from the band’s first record, then so be it. You don’t get lines
like “You bet your heart on a diamond and I played the clubs in spades” without
letting the inspiration behind a song come to you, instead of forcing it out
based on an arbitrary timeline. These guys have already overshot any
expectations allotted to them when they started out, so why try shoot for the
moon now, and risk losing the mojo?

That’s the thing about the Turnpike Troubadours: they’ve exuded a patience and
steadiness that has put them steadfastly in touch with the underlying spirit of
country music. If they wanted to pivot just slightly and go some big rock route,
they could blow up huge. But they didn’t and they don’t . . . and they still
blew up huge. This isn’t old country. This is new country, only the roots are
still attached, and the branches fan out wide.

You can look at The Turnpike Troubadours as an ass kicking live band, or you can
look at them as a band behind a singer songwriter that happens to have some ass
kicking songs. Their melodies could rise a little bit more. They could shorten
some of their songs, or contemporize the instrumentation. This is surely what
they would hear if they sailed their ship for Nashville looking for a larger
slice. But they refuse to tinker with what has led them here. You get the sense
they would rather quit than let down their long-term fans, or themselves. It’s
still the same guys, and mostly the same sound. They remain the Turnpike
Troubadours. And their destiny and prospects are better off for it.

The success of the Troubadours has taken them all around North America, but
their music still remains firmly grounded in the dirt of Oklahoma, maybe more so
than ever in their new, self-titled album. Their home is where the inspiration
for their songs springs from, where Tulsa feels like the big city, full of all
the trappings and broken promises of the modern world, and Bossier might as well
be a universe away. And yet the perspective is worldly, the sentiments
universal, and the message intelligent and enriching.

The Turnpike Troubadours know what they do very well. They take Felker’s songs,
they watch what the crowd reacts to and they emphasize that. Their melodies are
in no way obvious, but they grow on you. You can regard them as a fun band to go
watch on a Saturday night, or the home of one of this generation’s leading
songwriters. Or if you’re wise, you do both.

Their new, self-titled album may not have the big, signature songs of their
previous efforts like “7 & 7,” “Every Girl,” or “Long Hot Summer Day.” But it’s
probably their most consistent with quality cover to cover. Guitarist Ryan
Engleman‘s growth is greatly noticed, as his confidence with the steel guitar
adds a new wrinkle to the band’s sound, while his lead licks on the Telecaster
growl more than ever, yet remain within the realm of the Troubadours’ sound.

From the gentle moments of the acoustic “A Little Song,” to the odes to wild
women like “The Mercury,” to the stories of “The Bird Hunters” and “7 Oaks,” the
Turnpike Troubadours paint the picture of a simple man trying to grasp the
complexities and people of a world lost in the allure of its own reflection,
while he does his best to remain grounded in the values of himself and his home.
Not a bad parallel for the plights and perils of country music.

In today’s country, Alabama may run off an record Bro-Country song, Zac Brown
may decide he wants to be an EDM star, Sturgill Simpson may include synthesizers
in his next album. But the Turnpike Troubadours remain steadfast, and a reason
to celebrate the present, hope for the future, and hold fond memories for the
past.



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