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Sitting on the
porch on a really rainy Monday night in July, I tried to explain
to my captured listener why Jimmie Dale Gilmore has touched so
many lives.
I began with the
usual adjectives: distinctive, humble, sincere, spiritual. That
may have sufficed, but as I went on, the description became more
mystical and cryptic; I went so far as to slip into my God given
talent routine, the one where the artist has this gift and one's
faith in some higher spirituality is affirmed by seeing him.
OK, it was just a few glasses of wine, but I was extremely adamant
about the point. Still am, actually.
Sure, Gilmore has a truly unique voice, a misty sunlit spider
web cross between Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, and a touch of
Kermit the Frog. His writing appears nebulous and ambiguous in
practical content, but becomes concise in overall essence. He
plays just fine, his guitar is consistently right on. His firm
adherence to the roots of American music is remarkable, it's
the country of the past, present, and future, all rolled up into
one omnipotent package.
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But
none of this wholly describes Gilmore, there's more. It's his
way of capturing wandering spirits, focusing them, and casting
them out to ramble once again through the room. If you're lucky
enough to be sitting in the audience, you just might catch one,
and you'll be forever spellbound. There are very few people in
the world like him. |
By this time, I
was convinced that my listener would think I was completely off
my rocker, but when I finished, he was staring at me with a look
that assured me that I'd gotten completely through to his psyche.
He too, was sold. Now all he had to do was hear the music.
Gilmore received
wide critical acclaim for "After Awhile", his debut
album on the Elektra Explorer Series, including Country Artist
of the Year for two years running by the Rolling Stone Critic's
Poll. His second Elektra release, "Spinning Around The
Sun" has just been released. Will it become as much a treasure
as his earlier work? You bet. We played it in between sets at
the Iris DeMent concert, (which by the way, was almost earth
moving) and were amazed at how many people found their way back
to the sound board to find out what it was. Besides, there's
a great photo on the inside. Pick it up.
Published
in the 30th issue of BackBeat, news for Seattle's legendary music
club, The Backstage. Author Cindy Payne continues to write and
promote music in the Pacific Northwest.
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