Steve Earle: Redemptive Blues
Steve Earle’s middle-school drama teacher couldn’t imagine his most restless pupil ever reading Shakespeare, much less writing iambic pentameter poetry of his own. But that’s exactly what the famed “Hardcore Troubadour” did for the “The Tennessee Kid,” a new tune that blends The Bard and the blues. The song’s loquacious lyrics and pedal steel riffs are a standout on Terraplane, Earle’s 16th studio album, which was released on Feb. 17. Despite having recorded such a slew of LPs, winning three Grammys, penning a novel and a play, and acting on critically acclaimed series like The Wire and Treme, Earle readily admits that his talents weren’t always apparent.
“The only reason I know anything is that I’ve always been a reader. I’ve only got an eighth-grade education, so I never made it to iambic pentameter in English class,” Earle, who recently turned 60, says with a chuckle during a recent interview with Paste. He goes on to reminisce about the few mentors who inspired his love of literature and the arts just as he was dropping out of school and running away from home to pursue a singer/songwriter career at the age of 14. “I had a couple of teachers who knew what they were looking at, who knew that I wasn’t going to be around for very long. So they concentrated on pointing me toward the good stuff to read and listen to. One of them was my drama teacher, and another was a biology teacher who also had a local country band. The biology teacher turned me on to a lot of books, and the drama teacher gave me my first copy of The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. That was released before my time, so I wouldn’t have heard it without him.”
Earle could have used more of that nurturing guidance during his early years on the road, as he fell prey to the troubling whims that seemed so obvious to everyone who knew him as a boy. In Houston (the cultural hub nearest his San Antonio hometown), Earle performed and partied with notoriously dysfunctional songsmiths like Townes Van Zandt and Guy Clark, before eventually descending into addiction, homelessness and a 60-day jail sentence for heroin possession in the early ‘90s. But he never faced that turmoil alone, a point that he’ll elaborate on in his upcoming memoir, which he plans to call I Can’t Remember If We Said Goodbye.
“It’s about recovery, largely. It’s not about my whole life, but it’s about the mentors I’ve had,” Earle says, adding that it will be divided into three acts: “The first is about Townes and Guy, and some other people I knew when I was coming up. The middle part’s about a couple of people I bought drugs from and was locked up with, who mentored me through that period. Their intentions were not good, but without them I probably wouldn’t be here.”
The memoir’s final section will cover his most crucial tutelage of all: “I’m going to finish with a description of my grandfather, who started most of the 12-step meetings in Northeast Texas. Because of him, I grew up with the ‘Serenity Prayer’ and the 12 steps painted on the wall, but I still ended up where I ended up,” Earle says, before adding that his grandfather “became a hero to me, once I decided I didn’t want to die.”
Earle is unsure if the half-finished memoir will detail how addiction affected other members of his family. He’s more than aware that fans will want to read about his inhibited parenting in the midst of that binging, a topic that has been well-documented in interviews with his son, Justin Townes Earle. A burgeoning songwriter in his own right, Justin released an album last month called Absent Fathers, has suffered his own inebriated run-ins with the law, and even told this reporter about his father’s corrupting influence during a 2012 interview, saying: “Everybody tells me my dad’s a legend, but I always remember him as the guy that stole my Nintendo for crack money.”
The elder Earle doesn’t begrudge his son for such comments, mainly because he’s ignorant of them.
“Justin will give you plenty of material about that stuff, I’m sure,” Steve Earle says, before adding: “I don’t read articles about myself. I’m not going to read this piece that you’re interviewing me for now, so what makes you think I’m going to read one about Justin? Whatever Justin says is what he says, and that stuff can be really hurtful if I read it. So I just don’t. And then we get along just fine.”
Those father/son reunions have gone smoothly as of late, the most famous being their duet of “Mr. Mudd & Mr. Gold,” on 2009’s Townes, an album that covers beloved tunes written by Steve Earle’s formative mentor.
“The thing that many people don’t realise now is just how funny Townes was,” he says of Van Zandt’s persona at the peak of his career in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, before he was ravaged by addictions of his own and eventually died in 1997. Earle goes on to describe Van Zandt’s stagemanship: “He could get away with these stupid, deadpan one-liners. One night he went onstage and said: ‘I went to my psychiatrist and told him: Doc, nobody ever talks to me. And he said: Next.’ And people laughed, because of his delivery.”
Earle adds that not only do people place too much focus on the tragic aspects of Townes’ life, they also glorify those grisly details. “Those people are the ones that draw some sort of correlation between all that crap and art, that good art somehow legitimises all that excess,” he says. “But that’s all just negative shit.”