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& Cool J: The Woman 'n' White
A Review of Van Lear Rose by Lorretta Lynn
(Produced by Jack White of the White Stripes)
The Rock Doc.
I've had to travel down some pretty dark roads to find it. But it's here, it's there, it's everywhere.
The first dark road I traveled was Buck Owens Boulevard, in Bakersfield, California, where I pulled up to the Crystal Palace just a few days after Johnny Cash had passed away. It was at this great Buck Owens establishment that I witnessed country legend Buck Owens joining spirits with Cake frontman, John McCrea,in a performance that was imbued with the spirit of Cash.
More recently, I traveled down that same dark road and entered the same Palace where I found the spirit of Johnny Cash alive and well in one of the most promising new country artists of our time-Mr. Josh Turner.
On Thursday, May 6, 2004,
I traveled down the same dark road that Merle Haggard often took on his
way to perform at small, bars long before he became a big star: Highway
99 South. After teaching a class at Chapman University in Visalia,
California, I stopped by a Borders Books on Mooney Boulevard and picked
a copy of Van Lear Rose. Sure, I knew that I would be receiving
a complimentary reviewers copy in a few days. Perhaps it was already
waiting in my mailbox in Bakersfield. I couldn't wait. After
coming across glowing reviews by LA Times staff writer Robert Hilburn;
Billboard magazine writer Deborah Evans; and Country Weekly
writer Wendy Newcomer, I couldn't wait to get my hands on a copy. I could
say that these gifted writers stole my thunder, but the thunder was never
mine for them to steal, and besides, they are the lightening rods in the
business, so they are the first ones to pick up on the thunder and the
first ones to get struck by lightening (in this case, White lightening).
Besides, this was a big storm, so there was much more thunder and lightening
to come. More treasures can be extracted each time I listen to the
The sweet smell of the thorn-embraced
Van Lear Rose does not come from producer Jack White's brilliance
alone. Neither is it Loretta Lynn's powerful voice or her immense musical
talent alone that makes this CD what it is: a glorious, refreshingly authentic
masterpiece. It’s not the genius of either that either can cling to as
their claim to fame, but the “geni-US”--two passionate souls have pooled
their resources and reached to the bottom of their tortured, if triumphant,
souls to create a seamless series of intimate song-stories that make country
rock like it hasn't rocked since Johnny Cash took “Folsom Prison Blues”
to Folsom Prison.
By psychologist, Dr. Bruce L. Thiessen, aka Dr. B.L.T.,