Jeffrey Foucault - Horse Latitudes ..

Artist: Jeffrey Foucault
Album: Horse Latitudes
Bitrate: 211kbps avg
Quality: EAC Secure Mode / LAME 3.98.4 / -V0 / 44.100Khz
Label: Signature Sounds
Genre: Folk/Rock
Size: 62.60 megs
PlayTime: 0h 38min 39sec total
Rip Date: 2011-05-28
Store Date: 2011-04-25

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Track List:
01. Horse Latitudes 5:20
02. Pretty Girl In A Small Town 2:32
03. Starlight And Static 3:31
04. Heart To The Husk 2:33
05. Last Night I Dreamed Of 4:05
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06. Goners Most 4:53
07. Everybody's Famous 4:37
08. Idaho 3:49
09. Passerines 4:33
10. Tea And Tobacco 2:46
Release Notes:
Jeffrey Foucault is an original, beguiling songwriter with a marvellously
expressive voice. He brings these talents together, along with fine guitar
playing, to create a terrific album called Horse Latitudes.
His recent work has been as rich as it is diverse (a tribute album to John Prine
Shoot The Moon Right Between The Eyes and a collaboration with poet Lisa Olstein
on Cold Satellite) but his first album of originals for five years is affecting
and deep as he confronts the emotional landscape of love and loss (Horse
Latitudes, the name of a Doors song also, are the equatorial reaches where
legend has it that Spanish sailors put their horses overboard as the cisterns
ran dry).
Places of reckoning seems to be the theme of an album where the quality is
consistently high throughout the 10 songs, which were recorded in just three
days in Los Angeles.
The musicianship is top notch, too - unsurprisingly given that the high-class
ensemble features Eric Heywood (Pretenders, Ray LaMontagne) on pedal steel,
baritone and electric guitars; Billy Conway (Morphine, Cold Satellite) on drums;
Jennifer Condos (Ray LaMontagne, Sam Phillips) on electric bass, and 68-year old
music titan Van Dyke Parks (Lowell George, Randy Newman, Ry Cooder) on keys and
accordion, with backing vocals and cello from Foucault's wife Kris Delmhorst.
The moody opener Horse Latitudes is followed by the high-powered Pretty Girl In
A Small Town. "Tea with honey. Tell Me who bent the branch inside of you?" sings
Foucault.