I'm waking with Life Death & Dennis Hopper on my playlist. A couple of very important people from my life on my mind. One of whom I'm walking away from. One of whom I'm walking towards. The person I'm walking away from loves The Waterboys.
I don't blame him. Though I'm not at all happy wuth him. The Waterboys have always been some band. On Life Death & Dennis Hopper they remember and celebrate the lost ones.The mad ones. The fighters. The ones where you're never quite sure if they are waving or drowning. It's a sprawling, restless, raging album that namedrops any number of fallen fighters from Rock & Roll and Hollywood's Golden Decades.
It's a fine and frequently ridiculous record full of tunes and waltzes and anthems that remind you of all these things. All these people, Of life's crazt fury and intensity, Of the decisions we have no choice but to make..It's not easy listening. Well it's nor always easy living. .This is not always a great record frankly. It sprawls. Not always gracefully.Sometimes it staggers and you fear it may be about to fall on its face.
But life is not always an easy ride. And this album frequently pops up moments of astonishing clarity. Of beauty. Choppy waters wherever you look. Ladies & Genltemen, Mike Scott .
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