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Calling all singer-songwriters: Paste is looking for you.

Currently, Paste is accepting submissions for our annual contest, Paste Rock'n'Reel At Sea. Sailing out of Miami this upcoming February, abroad the Norwegian Dawn, Paste and Cayamo are setting out for 'A Journey Through Song' and are inviting all singer-songwriters to enter for a chance to perform alongside the likes of Lyle Lovett, John Hiatt, Patty Griffin and The Indigo Girls.

[Above: Langhorne Slim is among the newly-added artists performing at this year's Americana Music Festival and Conference.]

The 9th Annual Americana Music Festival & Conference has added even more artists to its already expansive musical lineup. The Nashville event’s newest performers include Marcia Ball, Langhorne Slim, Tim O’Brien, Cross Canadian Ragweed, Folk Uke, Band of Heathens, and Kathy Mattea. The festival, held Sept. 17 - 20, will feature performances in venues all over Tenn.’s famous music city.

[Above: Jason and the Scorchers in 1995]

Back in May, Paste reported the initial showcase line-up for the Americana Music Festival, which was to include (to borrow a phrase) "everyone who's anyone in the Americana genre." Also announced was that the Americana Lifetime Achievement in Songwriting Award would go to John Hiatt, whose songs have been covered by—well, it's probably easier to list people who haven't covered one of his tunes.

[Above: Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell perform at the 2007 Americana Honors & Awards Show]

Strap on that acoustic guitar and tie up that bandana, y'all. It's time to start planning for the 9th Annual Americana Music Festival and Conference, which takes place Sept. 17-20 in Nashville, and will feature everyone who's anyone in the Americana genre. The Americana Music Association recently announced the initial list of performers, but promises that many more will be added before September. The vanguard includes Jim White, The Belleville Outfit, James McMurtry, Paul Thorn, The Snake The Cross and The Crown and The SteelDrivers.

Old hand gets to the heart of the matter, zeroing in on love in the long run

On his 19th studio album, John Hiatt has rediscovered his muse—more wrinkled and greyer than before, but central to a musically unvarnished song cycle tracing the ups and downs of a long-term relationship. The model appears to be his greatest ballad, 1987’s “Have a Little Faith in Me,” its tug of war between devotion and self-doubt offering further hard-earned insight with the passage of time. Two of these songs rank with Hiatt’s best work. “Our Time” presents a series of aural snapshots. It’s a measure of the artist’s focus that he can sing about Chinese takeout and pu-pu platters without going for a cheap laugh. Even more gripping is the title song, an unflinching self-examination set in terms of his worthiness in the eyes of his beloved. The final verse is the clincher: “You start out tryin’ to change everything / You wind up dancin’ with who you bring / I loved you then and my love still stands / Honey I’m still the same old man.”

Following Paste's swim-trunks-clad editor-in-chief recently catching up with John Hiatt aboard a cruise, the veteran singer-songwriter has confirmed nationwide dates for his upcoming summer tour. Hiatt's new full-length album, Same Old Man, is set for a May 27 release.

And if a 30+ year career and being covered by the likes of Bob Dylan and Iggy Pop weren't enough, the Americana Music Association will bestow a Lifetime Achievement Award upon Hiatt this fall.

Dates:

July
6 - Alexandria, Va. @ The Birchmere
7 - Alexandria, Va. @ The Birchmere
11 - Atlanta, Ga. @ Atlanta Botanical Gardens
12 - Maryville, Tenn. @ The Shed
17 - Madison, Wisc. @ The Barrymore
18 - Highland Park, Ill. @ Ravinia
19 - Washburn, Wisc. @ Big Top Chautauqua
20 - Pittsburgh, Pa. @ Allegheny County Summer Concert

August
15 - Raleigh, N.C. @ North Carolina Museum of Art
16 - Cockeysville, Md. @ Hot August Blues & Roots Festival
17 - Oyster Bay, N.Y. @ Long Island Summer Festival
19 - Rochester, N.Y. @ Walter Street Music Hall
21 - Newport, R.I. @ Newport Sunset Music Festival
22 - Lowell, Mass. @ Lowell Summer Music Series
23 - Freeport, Maine @ LL Bean Summer Concert Series
24 - Rutland, Vt. @ Paramount Theatre
26 - Brownfield, Maine @ Stone Mountain Arts Center

Related links:
JohnHiatt.com
John Hiatt on MySpace
Feature: John Hiatt: Beneath His Gruff Exterior

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There are a lot of things I’ve never done in life, but interviewing John Hiatt while wearing swim trunks is no longer on that list. Lying on the lido deck—yes, the lido deck—and sipping on some fruitilicious alcoholic concoction while our ship sailed back from Jamaica to Miami, it was easy to forget that I was here for work, and more specifically, that my work involved interviewing Hiatt. Hence my not having time to change.

After over three decades in the music business, John Hiatt pretty much knows who he is; knows just where his fine folk-hued craft can take you. This laconic tunesmith’s new set, Master Of Disaster, proffers the same wry wordplay, catchy jangle-strummed melodies, and charismatic nasal vocals that finally hit paydirt with breakthrough late-’80s releases Bring The Family and Slow Turning. At this point in his career, Hiatt comes across like an old friend, the nice-guy-next-door who’s always firing up his Weber for the neighborhood cookouts.

And the irony is that Disaster was a departure for this master. Intent on making an album with veteran producer Jim Dickinson (who was originally slated to engineer 1987’s Bring The Family), Hiatt simply packed up his newest batch of 25 songs, drove down to Memphis and sequestered himself in the studio. A bonus: Dickinson’s sons, drummer Cody and guitarist Luther (of the North Mississippi Allstars) sat in for the bare-bones sessions. “It was time to make a record with Jim,” Hiatt drolly notes. “’Cause he’s in his 60s, we’re both getting old, and one of us is gonna die pretty soon. So I just phoned him up. And Master wound up with this warm feel, even though it’s a digital recording.”

PASTE: So that’s you in the leather Mexican wrestling mask on the Master cover?

HIATT: You are the first one to notice that. And well, y’know, I did pump up a little bit.

P: Did you ever wrestle in school?

H: No, I never did. I was actually always too fat to wrestle when I was a kid. But I played football as a youth, up until eighth grade. But I didn’t play in high school. I was a dropout—high school was just too much for me. But I learned I was good at music.

P: The “Master Of Disaster” title track talks about a frustrated guitarist, playing legendary L.A. punk clubs like Madam Wong’s. Autobiographical?

H: Partly. It kinda started out as ruminating, then developed into a bigger picture.

P: But before you tried L.A., you hit Nashville as a songwriting teen. What was it like then?

H: Yeah, back in ’71. And, actually, there was a pretty interesting scene. Kris Kristofferson, a guy named Chris Gantry, Barefoot Jerry, The Charlie Daniels Band was just getting started. And they were a rock band. So there was this whole underground scene. And then Guy Clark and people like that would always come into town, so I stayed for five years. Then I went to San Francisco for a year, and then I went to Los Angeles.

P: You were one of rock’s definitive Angry Young Men. Where does the anger go as you mature?

H: Ha! That’s a damn good question. I don’t know. But I’m not angry today. Not angry about a darn thing. But [my change] pretty much coincides with when I got sober.

P: Given your remarkable catalog of standards, do you feel any pressure when it’s time to piece together another album?

H: There’s no pressure, because I’m not signed to a record company anymore. I pay for my own records and make ’em when I’m ready to make ’em, then we license ’em. And we own the masters. We just started doing it about five years ago, and it works great. We did the first two with Vanguard, and the last one and this one with New West. And New West is a great label—they do what they say they’re gonna do, spend what they say they’re gonna spend.

P: And they just signed Alice Cooper.

H: Did they really?! Well, there ya go!

P: If you had to wrestle Alice Cooper, who would win?

H: Hey, man—that’s a tough call. She’s no creampuff.

P: Alice is actually a HE.

H: I know, I know. But hey—Dude looks like a lady to me!

“So, tell me why you deserve this job?” John Hiatt jokes as I sit down across a borrowed desk in his manager’s Nashville office. But the joke is lost on me. It’s not until I’m back in Atlanta at the Paste office that someone explains this bit of office humor. At the time, my reaction was, “Crap. He thinks I’m some punk kid with little life experience and no sense of his history, and he’s wondering why he’s wasting his time with me.” Although I’m in my 30s, I suddenly felt like William Miller in Almost Famous, and I wondered if the squeaky voice of adolescence would emerge from the dark shadows. In that split second pause, I recalled the story of a reporter literally running down the road, chasing Van Morrison after he bolted due to the journalist’s youth. It’s all falling apart (I think) and I’ve just sat down. Fortunately, someone interrupted with a cup of coffee for Hiatt and we moved on.

My intimidation stemmed from more than Hiatt’s status as a songwriter’s songwriter. Sure, this 51-year-old has been playing guitar since he was 11, was a professional songwriter at 18, had his first hit (for Three Dog Night) at 22, and has released 18 (mostly) critically acclaimed albums over 29 years. Sure, he’s been covered by dozens of artists, from Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Willie Nelson to the Neville Brothers, Paul Abdul and Iggy Pop. Not to mention Bonnie Raitt with her comeback “Thing Called Love” or the title track to the B.B. King-Eric Clapton Grammy-winning collaboration, Riding With the King. Or his own Grammy nomination in 2000 for Crossing Muddy Waters. Or the fact that he gathered a legendary collection of musicians—Nick Lowe, Ry Cooder and Jim Keltner—for Little Village (and one of his solo albums before that).

More than all of that, it’s Hiatt’s life experience that intimidated, as if I were interviewing a younger (and, truth be told, more cerebral and sardonic) Johnny Cash. Hiatt’s struggle with alcoholism and drug addiction is famous;. within a two-year period in the mid-’80s, Hiatt had his first child, was dropped by his label, entered recovery and got divorced. Then his ex-wife committed suicide. It was the second suicide close to Hiatt; he’d already lost his brother. Newly sober, with a new marriage and the responsibility of raising a young daughter and a stepson, Hiatt brought a hard-earned maturity to his next record, the seminal Bring the Family, still regarded as his high-water mark by many critics and fans. Throughout 18 years of marriage and sobriety, Hiatt has consistently delivered his rare blend of seasoned wisdom, wit and magnanimity.

Hiatt’s latest release, Beneath This Gruff Exterior, continues that tradition and delivers Hiatt’s most consistent set since the trio of albums following his sobriety: Bring the Family, Slow Turning and Stolen Moments. (This is not to dismiss his intermediate works, especially The Tiki Bar Is Open, overlooked in a September 11, 2001 release date). Hiatt returns with The Goners, the core musicians for both Slow Turning and Tiki Bar that includes guitarist Sonny Landreth, bassist Dave Ranson and drummer Kenneth Blevins.

This time out, however, The Goners play without the help of other studio musicians. “I mostly just wanted to get The Goners on tape,” Hiatt explains. “The last record … was a really good record, but it wasn’t just The Goners as a quartet. We’ve been back together since about ’99, after a 10-year layoff, so we kind of had a head of steam going back as our original scheme, which is sort of ‘the little quartet that could.’… So I felt like, ‘Man, let’s get this on tape before one of us dies or something.’” To fully capture the band’s chemistry, Hiatt and The Goners recorded the album live in the studio in eight days. “Was it hard not to tinker, to not go back and correct things?” I ask. “Nope. It’s not hard at all,” Hiatt says with a laugh. “I think we’re lazy by nature, so it was pretty easy. … And you can’t fix a vocal when you’re flailing on your acoustic; it just bleeds all over everything. So, I couldn’t have fixed the vocals if I wanted to—and I really didn’t want to. I mean, I’ve sung while I play guitar since I was 11 years old. That’s how I sing. So when you send me out there, ‘OK, overdub your vocal now,’ and I’m not playing, I don’t sing the same.”

While Hiatt addresses a range of topics on Gruff Exterior, most songs offer the reflections of someone looking back on life, putting a half-century of experiences into perspective. Driving his oldest daughter to college propels “Circle Back,” and “Missing Pieces” examines the toll of life on the road.

The opener, “Uncommon Connection,” paints the protagonist as a curmudgeon looking for “that little special something that isn’t always on the cover of a book,” as Hiatt describes it. “I just remember I had this old buddy, who recently died of cancer. We used to talk in our 20s about our aspirations toward curmudgeonhood, and how great it will be when we finally get there, and we can just say any f---ing thing we want; we don’t give a shit anymore. So this song is kind of about that. To be able to say, ‘I’m tired of love, damn it. [laughs] It never works out; it’s not what they advertise.’”

In the pop of “My Baby Blue,” Hiatt recalls growing up in Indianapolis with lines like, “We discovered love / In the basements of / Some of my best friends / I’ve never seen again.” Hiatt explains, “I was thinking about friendships that we formed when we were 15 and 16. We spent the ’60s in various friends’ basements, turning on, drinking bad wine, passing the guitar and playing songs, smoking bad dope and just learning what life is all about. Going to parks, hanging out, discovering life and love and sex and all that stuff. … And the bonds that we had—it’s just this kind of strange feeling that that leaves you with, all these years later and trying to connect. … Where are they?” Lost in reflection, he describes the “girl I couldn’t live without” who slept with his best friend, and the mysterious “Joan Baez-like” girl he never got to know.

His reflections take a much different tone in “How Bad’s the Coffee?” “It is kind of amazing,” he says, “how quickly this country went from really bad coffee and delicious homemade pie to really great coffee and things like pumpkin scones and shit like that [laughs]. How the hell did that happen? Isn’t that weird? … The song’s sort of an ode to waitresses around the country who still serve you a 50-cent cup of joe and a great piece of coconut cream [pie] with a smile—‘there you are, hon.’ It hasn’t all been Starbuckified, you know. Which is not to say that I don’t drink that stuff, because I do. But the pastry does leave something to be desired.”

Several of the songs on Gruff Exterior tackle the topic of depression. While his substance abuse problems are well-documented, Hiatt’s battle with depression has received considerably less attention. “Depression’s not something a lot of people talk about,” he says. “A lot of people just kind of think of it as, ‘Get over it. Straighten up and fly right. What are you complaining about?’ That kind of shit. People are much more forgiving when it’s drug addiction. So it’s kind of a tough subject.”

“The Nagging Dark”—with the beautifully simple closing line “Hope is your finest work of art”—documents his coming out of a particularly dark bout and finally seeing the other side. He explains, “The thing about depression is once you get treated for it, and you know there’s hope, you never quite go back to those dark [days] when you didn’t know there was any other reality.”

However, that doesn’t necessarily ease the experience: “In some ways, it’s more hellish. Because when you used to go there, you didn’t know. You just all of a sudden found yourself in your robe and you haven’t been out of the house in a month and your wife’s weeping, trying to sit you down and tell you that you’re in trouble. And you don’t know what she’s even talking about. But now, you know that you can feel better, so you know that you’re feeling bad. So, it’s kind of a catch-22.

“But I’m a firm believer in modern medicine. Geez, there’s no need to suffer. That’s my words for the day. Pain’s inevitable; misery’s optional.”

In spite of my initial trepidation, sitting and talking with Hiatt is easy. He is generous. and the conversation winds naturally through his songs, growing up, racing cars, the state of the record business—the same range of topics he generally cover in his songs and then some. He’s refreshingly natural and unassuming. I wonder if it’s part of a Midwestern and now Southern ethic he’s steeped in. “I guess I do sort of have a simple sense of the working man ethic,” Hiatt replies. “My dad was a salesman; it’s a Willy Loman sort of thing—your average guy who has these illusions that a good idea and hard work is the right way to go. It’s the kind of stuff that doesn’t float anymore, in other words. Come to find out it’s not the way business is being done anymore; it’s not the way countries are being run anymore, even.”

He applied this ethic at his first full-time job as a songwriter for Tree Publishing. “It was great,” Hiatt recalls. “I was 18, making 25 bucks a week. It was like Bohemian Rhapsody. Man, I was living the life. I was a songwriter. Living on Music Row. In those days, you didn’t have all these big grotesque buildings that they’ve built since. It was all little houses. The publishing business would be in one house and then next door, 10 songwriters would be renting rooms. I lived in a house with five or six other songwriters.

“They were just taking chances in the early ’70s, thinking ‘Well, hell, we’ve got to stretch out.’ So they had all kind of characters. But then they also had the Curly Putnam’s and guys like Bobby Braddock, Red Lane—staff writers, who had their own offices right there in the house, and they were cranking out ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’ and ‘He Stopped Loving Her Today’ and ‘D-I-V-O-R-C-E.’ They’d write it on Thursday, they’d demo it on Friday, they’d run it over to [producer] Billy Sherrill, he’d cut it on Monday, and it’d be out the next week. And I saw it happen. That’s how the country music business worked in those days. It was hilarious. … And so some of that craft … seeped into my thick head, in spite of myself, even though I told myself, ‘I ain’t no hillbilly songwriter.”’ I had a real attitude. ‘I’m an artiste.’

“I know a lot of guys who are bitter because they gave up their publishing for peanuts. Yeah, I did. But you know what? I had five years where all I did was write songs and I didn’t have to worry about anything else, and they were real good, formative years for me. I got no complaints. … I would like to have those songs back, though.”

These days, life issues and their accompanying melodies find their way naturally into songs. “I’ll play and something’ll happen … or it won’t,” Hiatt says. “I’ve been through probably every phase there is, trying to trick the muse into showing up. So I kind of got over that. I don’t purse it anymore as a profession. I’ve maintained my amateur status at this point. I … do it when it shows up.” He adds with a laugh, “It’s kind of like sex these days. When it happens, I’m real grateful.”

Hiatt has always had a talent for deftly blending a variety of styles, from country-tinged rock and various flavors of the blues to folk, R&B and gospel. The wide variety of music on 1960s radio contributed significantly to Hiatt’s eclecticism. “The radio in those days happened to be pretty fabulous,” he explains. “We’d get anybody from the British invasion bands—The Who and The Beatles and the Stones and all that—to Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding, the Supremes, the whole Motown deal, the whole Stax Memphis deal. It was all on the radio at the same time. So, wow, it was pretty heavy stuff.”

At night in Indianapolis, he could pick up Nashville’s WLAC, and he’d listen to “John R” during the week. “I never even knew who the hell I was listening to half of the time,” he recalls. “You’d hear all kinds of stuff.

“Then ‘Hossman’ Allen would play gospel on Sunday night. I sang in the choir at my Catholic church boys’ choir, but I heard this shit and I went, ‘Wait a minute, wait a minute; we don’t sing like that. What is going on here?’ My friend Al Anderson said, ‘When you listen to black gospel music, you go, “Maybe there is a God.” Then you listen to white gospel music and you go “No, there’s not.”’ [laughs] It was so powerful and people carrying on and just stirring it up so much. That was my first big, ‘Whoa, the power of music.’ Even though I wept Christmas Eve when we’d sing that mass and the Kyries at midnight. But there was something unleashed and powerful about this black gospel music that just floored me.”

Then came Dylan on the radio. “I hear ‘Like a Rolling Stone,’” Hiatt recounts, “and I say, ‘What the hell is this?’ And then I start going back and discovering his earlier records and folk music, and then through him, I get into Leadbelly and Doc Watson and Lightnin’ Hopkins and Muddy Watters, and all those more roots stuff. And so I learned all that and Chicago blues and country blues, and the tendrils just sort of go out.

“Just like I’ve seen my kids do. I get this call from my 19-year-old daughter, and she just heard a bluegrass band and just about flipped her lid. So, she’s on the same journey. She’s just freaking out at this wealth of music that America has to offer. It’s pretty cool. And my stepson, he’s the same way. You know, he likes everything—he’s into moe. and he loves Hank Williams; he loves punk. He’s all over the map. Pretty cool. Kids that big corporate record companies underestimate and now they’re paying for it.

“…[But] they can’t kill music. God knows, they’ve tried. But music always wins. As long as there’s kids coming up that have a passion. All the bean counters in the world can’t kill that. You know? You just can’t. They can try, of course, to feed you the most puerile, benign horse manure, but some kid’s going to come along and demand something more than that.”