If you're a fan of John Daly and Country music, then you'll like this CD. I do! Non-fans with whom I've shared a listen haven't been as impressed. Being a musician myself, I converse with other musicians of course, and those guys have been the most critical. "John Daly will win ten more Open Championships before he wins a Grammy," says one. "To use a golf analogy," says another, "John Daly is to music what your five-year-old is to a Putt-Putt course... only without the cuteness."
Such criticism is as understandable as it is amusing, but I think it's a tad too harsh. Certainly John Daly isn't a superior singer-songwriter. He's a superior golfer. But the redeeming qualities of this album go beyond the fact that J.D. brought in some excellent musicians. Speaking of whom...
These are Nashville Cats. If you don't know what that means, look for a song by The Lovin' Spoonful. The band makes up in tone and proficiency what it lacks in originality. And I don't mean that the band is unimaginative. Rather, it sounds exactly like the band that plays behind your favorite Country star. Most likely, it IS that band.
One noteworthy player is Ilya Toshinsky on acoustic guitar. This is the Russian banjo player from the documentary "The Ballad of Bering Strait." The film is worth watching if you're interested in Country music, cross-cultural phenomena, or you'd just like to know more about how awful the music industry can be. Now back to J.D.
First and foremost, I hear real soul from Long John. His songs are sincere, and the plainness of his voice meshes well with the plainness of the lyrics. No poet, calling Shakespeare "****" in his autobiography, Daly is at least honest in what he writes. I'd rather hear any song on this CD than a year's worth of the phony stuff taking up most airspace on Country radio. Unfortunately, that doesn't speak as much for John as it speaks against the corporate slop trough.
Anyway, The Lion doesn't come off as just another has-been trying to make a buck on a "My Famous Name" (TM) novelty product. John's genuine love of music comes through on these recordings. There's not a terrible song on the disc, although the opening two "Golf Hero" numbers have the most cheese oozing from them.
Hey! What, besides golf, would you expect John Daly to sing about? Booze and women? Well, there you have it. That's the album - no different from any good Country album really, except for the golf, some second-rate lyrics, and ho-hum vocals. But that's the thing! It almost never happens that second-rate lyrics and ho-hum vocals don't ruin an album. Chalk it up to quality co-writers maybe. I have no idea how it works, but there's real heart in the stories and melodies here. There's also something downright likeable in that less-than-stellar voice.
John's songs can seem maudlin. We're talking "tear in my beer" sentimentality. I doubt many of his themes owe their inspiration to sobriety, you know, and we're all aware how quickly drunkenness can degenerate from screaming exuberance to slobbering self-pity. However, even the most pessimistic songs on the record have an optimistic twist.
Once you get past the first two offerings, golf becomes a side item on the menu. "I Only Know One Way" is actually a very good song. You'll realize that during the duet when Darius Rucker takes over and sings it to its potential. Other standouts expressing aspects of the train wreck that has been John Daly's life include "All I Know," "Lonely As A Man Can Be," "Wrong Directions," and "Lost Soul."
Dylan's "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" has been done so many times by so many artists, it's gotten ridiculous. The version on "Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid" remains my favorite, and several others rank higher than Daly's. However, J.D. gives us a new verse about a golf wedge and bleak career prospects. I'm not sure any of us really needed that, but it is what it is. At least the band caddies well and the backing singers take a full swing with driver.
One of the singers ripping it long off the tee is Bekka Bramlett, daughter of Delaney & Bonnie. The other is Etta Britt. We're talkin' seriously terrific voices here. You've probably heard these gals on several of your favorite songs. If not, you should get out more.
Of all the numbers, "The Canvas" stands out most. A kind of Judeo-Christian spiritual without explicitly naming YHWH or Jesus Christ, it harkens back to some of Leonard Cohen's lyrics, while providing the lone opportunity for the listener to say, "Wait a minute! This is pretty deep stuff for John Daly." It turns out to be written by somebody named Jeff Williams and -gasp!- Wesley Orbison. Yes, that's Roy's son. If you're not a John Daly fan, I have no idea why you're still reading this, but you might consider buying the album just for this track, or downloading the MP3.
In summation, what we got here is a kind of trailer park Country album sung and predominantly written by one of the most trailer park kind of golfers ever to join the PGA. I think it's pretty cool, even if most of your musician friends won't dig it. If you like John Daly, you'll enjoy it! "Grip it and rip it, y'all!"