'Time is coming, not so far away, there'll be a Blackberry implant in every brain ...' and we'll all be 'Walking the Web'. A lovely catchy number, with a Django Reinhardt feel to it.
'Don't Step on my Smile' changes the mood: a jaunty, upbeat
tongue-in-cheek duet. 'When the newscaster casts his news,
it's enough to give an optimist a dose of the blues ...'
'Deep Inside the Night' paints a portait of a vulnerable
lady looking to the horizon for a better deal. The musical
treatment (acoustic guitar, cello and violin) is very spare,
and hauntingly beautiful.
I was inspired to write this jazz piece by reading Don
Marquis's comment :
'Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose-petal
down the Grand
Canyon and waiting for the echo'. Dreams are like bubbles,
blown over
cobblestones. With Albert Casas's inventive tenor sax.
As the crickets still, and the sun goes down, the wild geese
pass overhead in search of pastures new, and we listen in on
the singer's reflections on his new found roots, his new-found
start in life.
I love the simple honesty of old farm-houses, built of local rough-hewn stone and felled tree-trunks. I chose to live in one, and I imagine that I will die here. With the haunting accordion playing of Gérard Lamolère.
An affectionate portrait of someone who is always waiting for
someone else to take the initiative. Swirling organ, crystal
12-strings and a gentle beat.
'In the hazy middle-distance between the known and the
unseen, hovers in uncertainty the ghost of what might have
been' - 'That Laughter of Conchita's' paints the portrait of
a liberated spirit who left the singer with an indelible
memory of her laughter and her easy ways. Nice acoustic
guitar-work.
'The Poet's Smile' speaks of someone who was so concerned with his image that he lost his true self. The sparest song on the album, it came out in the studio in a single take, with Michel accompanying his poignant lyrics with some simple guitar-picking.
'Freedom is only for the strong'. A song for everyone who feels the tension between the lure of the open road, and the safety of a loving relationship. Some lovely harmonies, too.
A lilting hymn of praise for the lovely Lot valley in France. Musically, it's a cross-fertilisation between country-folk and baroque, with soaring strings, and even a hint of harpsichord.
I wanted to write a song which captured the preciousness of
that tiny slice we have of the endless continuum we call
Time. Which noted that when we look at the face of a lover
or friend, we don't see them just in the present, we see
also the past we have shared. And which noted too the
fragility of our existence, and how slender are the threads
that bind us .....
A driving beat underpins a narrative that evokes turning-points in the passage from 'the long grass of our childhood, to the loneliness of our end'. Perhaps our real legacy is the effect we have on other people.
A country ballad about a waitress in a diner, who is longing for the open highway, and lamenting the missed turnings on the country's road toward the American Dream.
With the title track, 'Russian Dolls', Michel has found a worthy successor to his popular 'America, Come Weep'. Although in a very different style, both songs talk in their own way of the hypocrisy of power: 'It's all a game of Russian dolls, every motive neatly sheathed; Painted faces & frozen smiles cloak the daggers and the greed'. Plangent electric guitar and more lovely vocal harmonies by Maryline Dumont.
Maybe it was because it was the day before Valentine's Day, but I heard Bette Midler's version of this on the radio as I was putting the album together, and was blown away by it. It seemed only natural to include it on an album which was themed on Love and the passage of Time.
I often used to start my folk-club sets with this evocative, less well-known
Dylan song. The photo was taken by Richard M. Sintchak, of www.lightshadowandtone.com
Sandy Denny's immortal classic is the final song on the album, and is sung as a duet with the delightful Amy 'Sugarbee' Caldwell, whom I've never met. (We collaborated on the song via the 'net). One of the finest songs ever written about the fragility of Love in the face of Time.