He’s named after Townes Van Zandt, is son to Steve Earle and was named one of the best dressed men of 2010 by GQ magazine. Yes….I am more than a little bit infatuated with Justin Townes Earle.
CONTEST: Win a free pair of tickets and a copy of Justin Townes Earle’s Harlem River Blues. Simply leave a comment below telling us your favorite JTE lyric!
Justin Townes Earle w/ Caitlin Rose and The O’s, Friday, Dec. 3, Doors 7pm – BUY TICKETS
On Harlem River Blues, Justin chose the simple route. The record’s not a wall of sound produced to the rafters. It’s rockin’ and reelin’ at times, sweet and slow at others—and it’s great. Like good fried chicken, a well-cut suit and a handmade guitar, there’s heaven to be found in the beautifully crafted simpler things.Compared to the much-lauded Midnight at the Movies, Harlem River Blues is more mature and increasingly nuanced, while still embracing the raw voice and clean sound of previous standout tracks like “Mama’s Eyes.” Harlem River Blues kicks off hot with the title track’s choir of backing singers and electric guitar, slow dances through a decrepit tenement on “One More Night in Brooklyn,” and swings à la Jerry Lee Lewis on “Move Over Mama.” “Working for the MTA” is a modern day railway ballad, embracing the labor movement in classic folk singer style over some heartbreaking pedal steel from Calexico’s Paul Niehaus. With percussive guitar, killer standup bass lines by Bryn Davies and a guest appearance from Jason Isbell, this record hums along like a 6 train jumpin’ the tracks and heading straight for the Tennessee state line.Harlem River Blues straddles not only the Mason-Dixon, but time itself. As versed in Mance Lipscomb as he is in M. Ward and sporting Marc Jacobs suspenders, Justin Townes Earle is a man beyond eras. With Harlem River Blues, a record that’s perfect for late Indian summer nights on either the front porch or fire escape, Justin’s found yet another way to be a timeless original.
23 Responses to Win Justin Townes Earle Tickets and CD!
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So tonight when you leave Put the light out on the porch Take anything that you want to keep And leave your key in the door.
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Harlem River Blues is his best song (and my favorite!)
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Although sadly, I just realized I already have plans that night, so I can’t use the tickets. Oh well…
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Loved seeing JTE last time and hope to catch him this time! A favorite lyric that seems to fit me lately: “And I ain’t got nowhere to be. Ain’t nobody waiting at home for me, and there’s nothing lonelier than midnight at the movies, again”
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“I’m no fool, mama, I know the difference between tempting and choosing my fate”.
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And I ain’t got nowhere to be, ain’t nobody waitin’ at home for me and there’s nothin’ lonelier than midnight at the movies again…
Quite fitting considering Granada’s history.
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my favorite lyric from Lonsome & You
But it seems I love you more the less you love me
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Who am I to say…
Love it! Hope I win tickets, I would love to go.
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“And i still see wrong from right / ‘Cause i’ve got my mama’s eyes”
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lonesome and you… ah, gets me everytime.
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Between lonesome and you
Ain’t where I wanna be
But it seems I love you more the less you love me -
“So I’m taking no chances, carrying over while I’m still good in His grace /
I’m no fool, mama, I know the difference between tempting and choosing my fate” -
I still see wrong from right
cause I’ve got my mama’s eyes -
“…because who am I to say what you should do behind closed doors”
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What people secretly feel, but don’t always say:
“I’m already convinced that someday I’ll be forgiven for this”
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” I Ain’t Waiting On Nothing, I Just Got Nowhere To Go “
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“I know I shouldn’t be here waitin on her/
but I keep on thinkin’ any second she’ll be coming round that corner/
and I should be in my room/
man I should learn to forget/
Well she may be pretty/
but someday I’ll get sick of her shit” -JTE(from ‘Christchurch Woman’) -
“I’m on a roll, mama, I gotta go, gotta get there while I still can,
Troubled days are behind me now and I know they’re gonna let me in.
When you see me walkin’ up the empty yard, just a-singin’ and a-clappin’ my hands,
Tell my mama I love her, tell my father I tried, give my money to my baby to spend”the best verse ever.
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It’ll never match the beauty of a Tennessee spring but it’s something new
So let ‘em say what they say
I’ll find a way we’ll make it pay
Cause it’s one more night in Brooklyn Baby that’s all I can take. -
so shut out the lights
and tell those fools down front to take a seat
and if you see my martha
tell her i’m in the corner and just wake me if i’m asleep
‘I am my father’s son. I never knew when to shut up…’