Dwight Yoakam inhabits an era and geography all his own, a remembered 1960s California where Buck Owens and the Byrds somehow reigned together in harmony. It’s a place and time where a songwriter’s job was to capture the deepest emotions in the fewest words. In the title track of his new album, “Second Hand Heart,” Yoakam sings about new romance after bitter experience: “Pick up all those small hopes back off the ground/’Cause after years of tears it’s hard to say what’s up or down/So if you will I’ll try to start/And take the chance that we might fall apart.”
The album was produced by Yoakam with his road band for backup. Even the ballads are pugnacious, buttressed by the band’s three-guitar lineup, while Yoakam’s voice flaunts its rural drawl and holler, breaking into a near-yodel or a rockabilly whoop every chance he gets.
There are scars and misgivings behind the musical assurance. Brisk strumming, a galloping drumbeat, pealing lead guitar and, all of a sudden, a swoop of Beach Boys-like falsetto promise hope as Yoakam sings, “Your tortured heart’s soft anguished pleas/rescued by love shall be set free” – but, as the song’s title points out, that’s “In Another World,” not this one.
Yoakam was a country hitmaker in the 1980s and 1990s, before radio tastes changed. Now he jokes in the Elvis Presley-tinged “The Big Time” that “I ain’t never seen the big time,” but he’s happy just to be “a-sittin’ on the front porch” watching his partner do the laundry. The album says he’s still pushing, still sure of what makes a song alive and durable.
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Jon Pareles, New York Times
Second Hand Heart