Narrowing the first round of Montauk Madness down to 64 artists was a difficult task, particularly when it came to the final dozen or so contestants. To make room for a sentimental favorite like Toad the Wet Sprocket, I have to leave out The Wallflowers, The Who, Walk the Moon, Wilo and The White Stripes. And those are just the W’s.
I made a lot of hard decisions like that, which I could argue either way. If I started over, I might have a whole different lineup of acts filling out the 50-64 slots.
Top Ten Songs of 2011 – #7
Another year, another stellar Ron Sexsmith album that goes completely unnoticed by the general public.
What I find interesting is that when I look up reviews of Sexsmith’s work, invariably the critics heap him with praise and bemoan his lack of popularity. But come December, when it’s list-making time, I have yet to see Sexsmith’s Long Player Late Bloomer show up on anybody’s best-of.
Just when you thought he was out, I pull him back IN!
Don’t worry, anti-Sexsmith heathens, this is just a bit of housekeeping. I haven’t posted a review of Ron Sexsmith’s latest album, Long Player Late Bloomer, and this post will serve in that capacity.
Despite the Sexsmith antagonism I heard from the more vocal segment of my readership, the Ron Sexsmith Weekends actually did quite well traffic-wise, and toward the end generated some of my most impassioned comments from a fan base that discovered the series too late.
Here it is, the day you’ve all been waiting for… the final post in my series of Ron Sexsmith Weekends.
I know these entries weren’t received with the enthusiasm that I hoped (and even expected, to be honest) but I’m still glad I stuck with them. If I’m going to keep the blog going, I figure I’ll wind up giving the weekend treatment to many of my favorite artists, and Sexsmith sits atop that list alongside many other greats.
Today’s song is another from his latest album, Long Player Late Bloomer. It has a gentle melody that reminds me of early Simon & Garfunkel, a style I’ve always adored. It’s a nice note to go out on.
Ron Sexsmith’s most recent album, Long Player Late Bloomer, was released just this year and, while I hate to sound like a broken record here, it is perhaps his best yet.
Ironically, the biggest knock on Sexsmith is that he’s so consistently good at doing what he does that his work tends to run together. With most artists, I can point to an album (or two or three) that epitomize their greatness. I have an Elvis Costello holy trinity, six Dylan albums I consider his masterpieces, clear favorites by the likes of Lyle Lovett, Ben Folds, Aimee Mann and Lucinda Williams.