Justin Townes Earle: Light at the End of the Tunnel
Justin Townes Earle released Single Mothers, one of the best albums of 2014, just four months ago in September. This week he’s back with another 10-song album, Absent Fathers, which is just as good. It’s not merely the complementary titles and closely bunched release dates that mark these two discs as a matched pair. There are also the parallel photos: on each cover a young man in a thrift-store shirt, denims, black-frame glasses and broad-brimmed hat stands next to a tall, thin young woman with long blonde hair. On Absent Fathers, it’s clearly Earle in the photo. On Single Mothers, the photo suggests a younger Earle, but it’s actually his protégé, the teenage Utah singer/songwriter Sammy Brue.
And then there’s the music. All 20 songs came out of the same Nashville sessions with the same band: Earle on acoustic guitar, Paul Niehaus on electric guitar and pedal steel, Mark Hedman on bass and Matt Pence on drums. The sound is the same kind of relaxed country blues, a music of mixed-race parentage and Southern character, that Earle settled into on his 2010 album, Harlem River Blues, and perfected on 2012’s Nothing’s Gonna Change the Way You Feel About Me Now. The lyrics on the two new releases present the same kind of unsparing look at his personal life that Earle has often pursued. So why release them as two separate albums?
“I tried to think of how many double records have been released in the past 20 years that I have the patience to listen to all the way through,” Earle replies, “and there weren’t many. I heard that Lucinda Williams was coming out with a double album, and I’m not ballsy enough to go toe-to-toe with Lucinda. Plus everything was in such a rush; this record should have been out a while ago, and it was easier to just get the first one done and out.”
Despite the new albums’ titles, only one of the 20 songs deals explicitly with the issue of absent fathers and single mothers—and how the former create the latter. On “Single Mothers,” over a loping bass line and laid-back blues melody, Earle sings that such a woman often blames the missing father, and “you’d be hard pressed to find someone to tell her she’s wrong.” On the high-arcing melody of the bridge, Earle adds, “Every time you tell a lie, someone could be watching you.” The implication is that Earle was once that little kid watching his parents quarrel and learning all the wrong lessons.
“I think human beings’ relationships are a direct result of the relationship we grow up seeing,” he says. “If you have a father, you can be like your father or do the opposite—and it’s difficult to do the opposite, especially early on. What we believe of love is what we see of it. And there are too many marriages of convenience out there. In my case, I got the right idea of what a man should be, but I never had an example I could imitate. A single mother can tell her son what a man should be, but she can’t show you. It’s like a politician who can tell you we need war, but won’t show you how he’d fight in one.”
Most of the other songs are about romantic relationships gone bust, but these stories are haunted by the ghosts of single mothers and absent fathers whose own relationships had shattered a generation before. For the most part, the parents aren’t mentioned explicitly, but album titles make the listener alert to the flickering ghosts in the songs’ darker corners.
Two songs after the title track on Single Mothers comes “Today and a Lonely Night,” as desolate a cry of despair as we heard in 2014. Abandoned by his lover in a small Manhattan apartment, the narrator can’t sleep in the early morning hours of a snowy night. When the subway shakes the floor, he feels the rattle of the break-up all over again. He realizes that the only light in the apartment is coming from the street outside, and with his loneliness underlined by a descending steel guitar figure, he realizes he’s never seen a love that lasted long enough to trust.
During the next song, “Picture in a Drawer,” the same narrator is on the phone to his mother. The Johnny Cash train rhythm of the previous song is gone, leaving just Appalachian guitar picking and a sighing steel guitar. His mother’s the first person he’s talked to in days, but he doesn’t want to talk about the woman who’s gone. “There’s nothing you can help; you’ll be the first to know when I start to come around. I’m not drowning; I’m just seeing how long I can stay down.”