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Rupert Wates - Dear Life

Dear Life

Rupert Wates

Available from CD Baby.

A review written for the Folk & Acoustic Music Exchange
by Mark S. Tucker
(progdawg@hotmail.com).

Man, this guy sings straight from the heart and then some! Carrying on the most fundamental and irreducible aspects of the troubadour / balladeer / protester, Rupert Wates is a glorious throwback to the old Woody, Pete, Phil Ochs days filtered through a bit of Harry Chapin, English strains, and Bruce Cockburn. Enlisting the wondrous bassist Michael Manring and percussionist Chris Howard, he keeps to spare but vibrant atmospheres—and Howard is quite the offset complement to Manring's sinuous lines.

This is Wates' third release and it's a completely authentic work that would be more expected of a 30-year road and studio vet. Wates has a bit of Chris DeBurgh in him pitch-wise but not a shred of DeBurgh's bourgeois pop sensibilities. He's dedicated to the core issues and to seeing an end to man's madness:

I'm sick of taking happy pills I'm tired of all the blood we spill
I've had my fill of killings in my name
Every day and another hour another plane hit the tower
Or another shower of acid rain
Take cover when the debris flies and smoke and ashes stain the sky
And pray the dead will not have died in vain

…although the pains and hopes in the comings and goings of the wayward shufflers on this mortal coil -- the human animals beset by flaws and misfortune in their attempts to connect and reconcile -- are very readily known to him as well:

And years from now when grief and pain
Have claimed their toll and left their stain
And broken things that we can never mend
If you should wake alone at night
And sense some danger just out of sight
And feel yourself quite near your journey's end
Though I may be away from here
When you are lost half blind with tears
That's when you'll see me again

There's a secret to the immediacy of this set, though: every song was captured straight out, no overdubs, and most of them in a single run-through. A lot of great music has been made in this fashion, and Dear Life joins the august. Each song yanks the listener fully into the story and rhythms, not to mention an emotionality imbuing Wates' plaintively melodic voice. Every cut's a gem, completely absorbing, enthralling, and thus we have a new and unique songwriter-musician already in the front ranks by dint of uncanny aesthetics and the sort of searing immediacy that leaves calendar and convention as mere stepping stones to timeless work.

Too bad I didn't get ahold of this by the close of December as it definitely would have made my Best Of 2008 list here on FAME. If this guy doesn't have a brilliant future ahead of him, then I'm breaking all my pens and pencils and taking to the writing of pharmaceutical prescriptions instead of music reviews because there's obviously no justice whatsoever in this gig. Trust me, Rupert Wates is an exceedingly rare talent.

Track List:

  • Dear Life
  • A Meter of Ground
  • Elegy for the Coming Man
  • I Dream
  • Please God
  • The Sound of Applause
  • Fifty Shots
  • Fairy Tales
  • Now I'm Here
  • Blackness of the Night
  • You'll See Me Again
All songs written by Rupert Wates.

Edited by: David N. Pyles
(dnpyles@acousticmusic.com)

Copyright 2009, Peterborough Folk Music Society.
This review may be reprinted with prior permission and attribution.
 

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