Not long ago, I was told by the inimitable Mr. RCJohnso that his cousin Nathan Johnson's CD Annasthesia was so good that he was considering making his website into the "Nathan Johnson Blind Adoration Page". Needless to say, given the fact that Mr. Johnso is multi-mega talented, and sexy as hell to boot, and despite the fact that there was the off chance of some measure of bias due to family relation, I was intrigued. I mean, have you heard RC's recording of Hot Blooded?
Anyway, last week, I got my hands on a copy of this sparkling little jewel, and now it's actually heat-melded to my CD player, set on automatic repeat on my car stereo, and my office mate has heard it as many times as it will fit into a work day and then some. In other words, I've been mainlining it for days.
I've always been a little obssessive about the things I love, and I must say that I LOVE this CD. There's a certain kind of work that I always like - it isn't a style or a genre, it's really just a level of committment and a depth of intention that always draws me in - and let's just say that this recording is right up my alley in that sense. It's a narrative work that's ambitious, tender and personal, and is amazing in both its confidence and fragility. Moreover, it's the kind of thing that goes straight into your memory without a single bit of effort, and if you listen to it while you're stuck in traffic, it softens the edge of your commuting home from working for the man misery, by making you feel like you're not the only one with poetry and desperation sitting side by side in your soul. And, yes, I know that sounds hysterical, but what the hell, I'm going with it.
You'd think a beautiful recording would be enough, but people, I have to tell you that the artwork on the package - the enclosed graphic novella as liner-notes - ups the ante straight into the outer-space regions of completely awesome. I'm told that Zachary Johnson, the drummer and artist of said liner-notes, is among the romantically disenfranchised, and as I told him a few days ago, that can only be because the girls he meets have either not seen his artwork, or they are nuts. Invite the ladies up for a look at your pictures, dude, and you're aces!
Here's the thing: I'm not kidding when I tell you that this album is the best. I recommend that you go get it STAT.
PS. Jason, FYI: this is the one I was telling you about.