Ready and Worthy: Glen Hansard on Love, Money and Why Artists Should Never Give Up
Every great songwriter has a “bird on the shoulder” moment now and then. Glen Hansard says the melody of the lead track from his new album, Didn’t He Ramble, came to him in a New Zealand airport while waiting at baggage claim to pick up his guitar. “The muse shows up when it shows up,” he reckons.
The song, “Grace Beneath the Pines,” is another of the Irish singer’s famously aching ballads—one that takes the listener to the bottom of the ocean before throwing out an emotional life preserver. Given Hansard’s background as a Dublin busker, it would be easy to mistake the song’s chorus for “grace beneath the pints.” But instead, this song is serious—and seriously good—stuff, in which Hansard’s protagonist hopes he’ll find the “grace beneath the judge’s gavel and among my brothers on the firing line” before wailing in the postscript, “I’ll get through this!” In the last few bars of “Grace,” he convinces himself (and us) that a New Orleans-style brass march and a swell of strings will make everything alright. The only thing missing at the end is an “Amen.”
After 25 years as a member of the legendary Irish pub band the Frames, a stint as a duet partner in the Swell Season with Marketa Irglova (with whom he shares a 2007 Academy Award for best song, “Falling Slowly,” from the film Once), and the success of the Tony-winning Broadway play adaptation of Once, which featured his music, Hansard is carving a deeper niche as a solo artist. 2012’s Rhythm and Repose dabbled beyond the acoustic strumming for which he is best known; Didn’t He Ramble continues this foray into slightly more complex arrangements.
His new material runs the gamut from folklore-influenced storytelling (“McCormack’s Wall”) to bluesy brooding (“Lowly Dester”) to an easy Nashville vibe (“Winning Streak”). But Hansard’s at his best when he puts himself between a rock and a hard place and tries to wriggle out: There is no salvation without struggle, and Hansard is nothing if not a songwriter who seems to enjoy both the pain and the pleasure of the craft.
He underpins his most successful compositions with a soft-loud dynamic that brings drama to everyday yearnings (think of the rush of 2007’s “When Your Mind’s Made Up”). New tracks “My Little Ruin” and “Just to Be the One” employ the same formula, with a mature, quiet edge. If his new instrumentation feels calmer than earlier, perhaps more spontaneous work, it’s because he’s now concentrating on turning up the volume of his words. Lyrics as pointed as Hansard’s often require more than an acoustic guitar. For example, “Her Mercy” uses a choir and horns to resolve the spiritual puzzle of the verses and the question: What does it mean to be worthy—of love, grace or mercy?