Lex’s Perspecs!  Lexi Street’s Perspective on the local Atlanta music scene.

Okay so I’m writing a few cd reviews.  Currently I’m listening to Robin Dean Salmon’s album, Come on Home.  I’m up to two reviews now.  Wow, somebody stop me, right!? Well, you wouldn’t be so quick to judge if you take in account the time you have to sit down and listen to tracks, maybe a few twice, and then wait for the inspiration to write about it.  Long gone are the days of yore when I could lay around for hours wondering how I’d fill the second half of my day.  I’m no Charles M. Young, some famous writer for Rolling Stone Bob Lefsetz writes about in his newsletter rants.  Which by the way, if you don’t subscribe to this already and you’re in the industry, you should go sign up now.  I’m just some musician myself trying to pay it forward.   After all, musicians rely on the hard core fan.  The person that loves music for the sake of music, they’re beyond the occasional fan, or the person who enjoys a band from a good friends recommendation and you actually like their taste.  I’m probably one of those, not the super fan.  They are the advocate to the artistry of all music, the unconventional unconditionalist that burns up time and hours finding gems in the haystack in the vast fields of the internet.  Maybe it’s because I’m busy writing music or just trying to keep up with life.  So I’ll gladly accept a cookie, an award, accommodation, or whatever for taking the time to reveal to you some fellow musical brethren. Alright I’ll stop with all self grandeur and get on with it. 

 I have to warn you, with such a limited vocabulary on the world of country music, I can only tell you in my limited ways what I experienced while listening to this cd.  For starters, although Robin Dean’s music is country at its roots, I felt like the style of some of the songs had a very alt’country feel, like something you’d hear from the Wallflowers that met up down the road with the Jayhawks.  And stop me if I’m lying, but track #1 I’m Ready Now harkens me back to the days of listening to Big Head Todd and the Monsters, (I would love to know if anyone else hears that tone in his voice.)  The music is rich with Steele Pedal cries in the vein of country’s trademark twangy style.  The title track of the album, Come on Home, is definitely my favorite.  Its heartfelt crooner style reminds me of the Maverick’s cover of Sinatra’s Saying Something Stupid: Like I Love You…I get the feeling RD is a spiritual person, his music is riddled with the deeper side of the human condition.  Although the other half of his music possesses the upbeat fun style of Buffet, minus subjects like cheeseburgers and the likes. I know, I know, Buffet’s not country, neither are the other folks I listed, but this is my experience, remember?  I’m sure RD would be happy for you to go buy the album, listen and have a debate with me about it.  So you go right ahead.  Track 15’s, Daddy is a Short Man is a testament to this kind of playful style, it’s swingin’ rock-a-billy feel sounds like what Elvis would be playing these days if he was still doing what he loved best.  Robin Dean is having a cd release party next Wednesday, the 28^th, at Smith’s Olde Bar for this album.  If what I described is what you like, than get off your reclusive, anti-social vortex of a couch, and go live and hear some live music!