Komplettes MP3 Album von Mark Barker
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Veröffentlichungsdatum: 2006-07-10
Kurz-Beschreibung von CDbaby: Americana singer-songwriter covering original bluegrass, country folk and folk rock tunes with guest appearances by Steve Young, Mac Gayden, Dave Olney & Martha Jacobs.

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In his fine old ballad, âBanks Of The Old Banderaâ Rodney Crowell once wrote about his boyhood ramblings along a wild Texas river, a transcendent space and time with a view: ââ¦where you see clear down to the bottomâ¦depending on where you stand, how you look and what you want to see.â

As a young boy, Mark Barker stood on the banks of Troublesome Creek deep in the hills of East Kentucky and saw clear into Godâs Creation with all its majesty and intricacy. From those sandy banks lined with willow and sycamore, Mark saw time swiftly passing and the reflection of a rich mountain culture being quickly carried away with the current of the changing times. He saw the good in people wherever he could find it. He saw love and truth; beauty and danger; joy and sorrow. He saw the sudden passage of his own idyllic childhood before it could be fully savored. Mark made himself a silent promise to always keep looking for deeper possibilitiesâ¦and to forget nothing he ever saw.

Through the mindâs eye of a poet, Mark Barker translates his simple views into honest and compelling words and music. He uses only a handful of tools: a pen, a pad, a flat-top guitar, the soul of a crafty and gifted composer, the heart of an empath, and that old boyhood promise to imagine and remember. In this second collection of his original works, Mark continues to refine his mystic art while pointing us in the direction of contemplation and self-knowledge. Like the ever-changing surface of Troublesome Creek, Markâs music is the mirror of his soulâ¦and ours.

His songs flow down naturally and patiently from the peak of his vision. They entertain and inform. They reveal and provoke. They inspire and amuse, often simultaneously. His stories spellbind and enthrall us. His phrases, melodies and chord inversions donât simply happen to be goodâ¦they unfold as he plans them. Like sweet old medicinal recipes made of natural ingredients from the good earth, Markâs songs are designed from their conception to be both good and good for us.

To all who heard and loved his first batch of tunes, Mark promised more tales from Hindman, Kentucky, as it was in the late 1950âs and â60âs. We can almost smell âLittle Beatâsâ restaurant, a tiny, sweltering space where the country cooking was served almost too goodâ¦so good that, on at least one occasion, a regular patron of substantial girth and wit is said to have refused to leave the premises until Beat had read aloud the dayâs menu of entrees already gone when he arrived too late to share the delectable fare. We shiver, shuffling alongside the crippled man, bearing his daily cache of cardboard boxes homeward at winter twilight in âFor Reubenâ. We go winding back to childhood in Springtime, down along the trace of a barefoot path through a familiar cane thicket alongside âTroublesome Creekâ to look at lifeâ¦as it really used to be. This Hindman is another place lost in another time, but Markâs songs transport usâ¦there.

Mark promised us he would report back from places in history; places in the secret chambers of his and othersâ hearts and the hidden recesses of his own fertile imagination. He vividly paints for us the dusty early American West and its boomtown âDeadwoodâ. He dons the role of a hillbilly reporter relaying the real deal back to us in cryptic detail from Bill Clintonâs 1993 peace-fest in âThe Oslo Accords (Yes Sir, Yasser)â. We eavesdrop on two redneck loversâ melodrama from the sweaty dance floor of the local American Legion Hall in âIâm aâTellinâ Youâ. He flies us south to various tortured border points of romantic call including âMatamorasâ but also lands us in the hollow, empty place where lovers simply have âNothing Left To Sayâ. Mark touchingly recounts the universal joys and perils of his own fatherhood in the tender âMatthewâs Songâ then pours us a straight shot of every southern songwriterâs blue mistress-muse in âMy Sweet Melancholyâ. Sing me down brethren, but itâs no small feat that Barker simply Nails several song styles that deliver us to the very pointâfiguratively or factuallyâ¦emotionally or actually--where each song originated in his writerâs mind.

Mark Barker, the boy, made a promise to himself long ago down on the banks of Troublesome Creek. In this new collection, Mark Barker, the man--the Artist--, delivers on that promise from a spot somewhere deep in his heart and the wilds of his adopted East Tennessee. As he shares with us the promise of all that he sees through these songs, Mark shows us a reflection of ourselves in this collection he calls âTroublesome Creekâ. Linger, listen and take a good long look, friend. You can see things a lot deeper, depending on where you stand, how you look and what you want to see.

Doug Jones
10 March, 2006