Jon Langford: Nashville Radio
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Jon Langford - Nashville Radio......Art, Words, and Music (Verse Chorus Press)That review alone would almost make you want to go buy Nashville Radio, having never even heard the music itself. But the selling point to me was the artwork. This stuff is absolutely amazing. I want it all, and I want it framed on my walls right between the posters from Hatch Show Print. Someone visit my Amazon Wish List. I've got a birthday coming up. Here are some galleries of Langford's artwork, so you know what I'm gushing about:Gallery 1Gallery 2 (click on "Artists" and then you can choose "Jon Langford" and "Archive of Jon Langford" to see more work)Dazzling gallery of the slaughtered and the demons who feast on them
Jon Langford, the Ernest Tubb of troubador artists, waits for daybreak at Tasty Town with the window-booth regulars.
It’s been a long, unbridled wait, through beds and bottles, through Thatcher, Reagan, Bushes, cronies, Mekons and Waco Brothers. Langford has all their numbers, to sing, to paint by. His heart, like Hank’s or Loretta’s, is in the right place, and just as shot through with one-way arrows. His mouth is full of the chicken that crossed to the sunny side of the road, making us laugh ’til our lungs strained. Nashville Radio is a dazzling gallery of the slaughtered and the demons who feast on them; Langford heaves it all into this book—paintings, cocooned fists, autobiographical writing, a companion CD and singalong lyrics—but the chewing sound won’t stop. The campfires fueled by Langford’s country icons, cowboys and cowgirls in flames, caskets chock with contracts—they’re as gorgeous as the sight of one’s own illuminated bones in the mirror.Crawling out of the wrong end of a nightmare or dancing with death in dollar dress, Nashville Radio spills enough of your mama ’n’ daddy’s blood to make you doubt the West is history—or that this is even close to the end of the line.
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