John Fullbright + John Moreland - Night One
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Fri Dec 20 2024 at 07:00 pm
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1747 S Boston Ave, Tulsa, OK, United States, Oklahoma 74119 | Tulsa, OK
John Fullbright - “If you can’t say it, you don’t have to,” sings John Fullbright on “Bearden 1645,” the opening track to his new record “The Liar.”
The song details the GRAMMY-nominated songwriter finding refuge in playing the piano, starting as a child and still today. For fans, it may feel like a bit of a rebuttal to “Happy,” the opener from 2014’s “Songs,” one of several in his repertoire that speak explicitly about mining one’s angst in order to make music. In that way, “Bearden 1645” is also a firm nod to the fourth wall: Fullbright knows you’re thinking about his songwriting. He is, too...but not quite the way he was before.
The public at-large hasn’t heard much from the him since the critically lauded “Songs,” a chasm of eight years that seemed unthinkable for someone with so much hype—including a GRAMMY nod, an Americana Music Association Emerging Artist nomination and awards from ASCAP and the Oklahoma Music Hall of Fame—surrounding his early career. Why did it take so long?
“It’s been a process of learning how to be in a community of musicians and less focusing on the lone, depressed songwriter...just playing something that has a beat and is really fun,” Fullbright said. “That’s not to say there are no songs on this record where I depart from that, because there are, but there's also a band with an opinion. And that part is new to me.”
He recorded the album, an exploration of the highs and lows of emotion, the good times and the aftermath, with his band of “usual suspects,” all of them key players in Tulsa’s vibrant music community.
Also in the title track of “The Liar,” we find Fullbright talking to God, again. It’s the soft landing of his lifelong struggle with the concept of God, of accepting tenets of Christianity without believing in its central figure.
He explored this notably in 2012’s “Gawd Above,” where the vengeful title character exacts terror and salvation in equal measure. “Give ‘em wine and song, fire and lust / When it all goes wrong, I’m the man to trust,” Fullbright sang.
In “The Liar,” the power dynamic has shifted. “God, grant me whiskey,” Fullbright sings, “and I promise I’ll be good.” It’s all done with a wink and a nod, less like a prayer and more like a request of Billy Joel’s “Piano Man.”
The sentiment is real, but the words are false. He’s still telling essential truths, which was always his gift, but this time they’re a little more slant. Maybe lying to tell the truth was always the songwriting target. Maybe throwing out some of the rules is what got him there. So is Fullbright, as a songwriter, a liar in his own estimation?
“What I love about songwriting is you're the hero in your own story, most of the time, and I think that's very human,” he said. “But short answer: yes.”
John Moreland -
After an impressive 2010s run of albums that earned him a devoted fanbase, accolades from outlets like The New York Times, Fresh Air, and Pitchfork, and a place in the upper echelon of modern Americana singer-songwriters, John Moreland has already taken two unexpected turns this decade, both of which highlight his fierce artistic independence. First, he released a brilliant and sonically layered folk-electronica meditation on modern alienation, 2022’s Birds In The Ceiling, that took some of his fans by surprise. Then, after wrapping up a difficult tour behind that record in November 2022, he stopped working entirely. He took an entire year off from playing shows and didn’t use a smartphone for 6 months. “At the end of that year, I was just like ‘Nobody call me’. I needed to not do anything for a while and just process,” Moreland says. After nearly a decade in the limelight, constantly jostled by the expectations of his audience, the music industry, and anonymous strangers online, he carved out some time to rest, heal, and reflect for the first time.
The result of that unplugged year at home is 2024’s Visitor, a folk-rock record that is intimate, immediate, deeply thoughtful, and catchy as hell. Moreland recorded the album at his home in Bixby, Oklahoma, in only ten days, playing nearly every instrument himself (his wife Pearl Rachinsky sang on one song, and his longtime collaborator John Calvin Abney contributed a guitar solo), as well as engineering and mixing the album. “Simplicity and immediacy felt very important to the process,” he says.
This is a return to the approach Moreland took on his breakthrough albums, 2013’s In The Throes and 2015’s High On Tulsa Heat, both of which were largely self-recorded at home with a small cadre of additional musicians. Echoes of these early albums can be heard on Visitor (Moreland makes a passing reference to In The Throes’ opening track “I Need You To Tell Me Who I Am” in two different songs on Visitor), which finds Moreland shutting out the noisy world outside, and the even noisier digital world in his pocket, to reconnect with a muse that’s had to increasingly compete for his attention in the intervening years. Visitor charts his journey back to this muse. If Birds In The Ceiling’s theme was alienation, Visitor’s theme is un-alienation.
Moreland begins the album where he began his year-long process of healing: doomscrolling past images of political turmoil, war, and environmental destruction, in a trio of surprisingly hooky folk songs that address present-day social realities more directly than any previous John Moreland songs. On opening track “The Future Is Coming Fast”, Moreland describes the perpetually logged-on life in a time of rolling catastrophe over gentle fingerpicking: “The news keeps steady coming in / Our condition shows its teeth again / A nightmare we all thought would end.”
In the bridge of that song, Moreland lands on a key couplet that captures the personal toll of living inside a perpetual cycle of digital bleakness, while also hinting at a way out: “But we don’t grieve, and we don’t rest / We just choose the lie that feels the best.” In order to cope with our digitally mediated lives, where we constantly bear witness to ongoing disasters while feeling powerless to do anything about them, we must walk around in a persistent state of denial. We repress feelings and lie to ourselves continuously. This status quo is, of course, antithetical to the conditions that produce transcendent works of art. For an artist with ambitions like Moreland’s, this is a big problem.
An infinite feed filled with bad news isn’t the only thing that’s been keeping Moreland from processing his emotions. Ironically, a busy career as a touring musician can prevent you from doing the deep self-reflection so necessary to the creative process just as much as a smartphone can. On “No Time”, Moreland sings “Now it’s all a blur / They told you who you were,” followed by the chorus line, “I don’t have the time to cry”. In the bridge of “Will The Heavens Catch Us?”, Moreland describes how painful it can feel to focus exclusively on chasing success - often by following rules set down by others - without taking the time to process one’s emotions, reflect, and heal: “We writhe in agony / For our precious little legacy”. No wonder Moreland needed a break.
So what’s Moreland’s solution to this impasse? The first step is the same one that Henry David Thoreau posed in Walden, another work about an artist intentionally isolating with the purpose of pursuing a deeper truth: “Simplify, simplify, simplify”. No shows for a whole year. No smartphone. No studio time. No additional musicians. Strip things away and let inspiration emerge. On a musical level, the result is a raw, straightforward sound. Moreland leaves a lot of space in these songs. To hammer home the folk immediacy, he includes some new-for-him instrumentation, most prominently on two haunting instrumental interludes that he tracked live with a field recorder during late-night country drives. (Who knew that, on top of everything else, Moreland plays the mandolin and fiddle?) The result is that, when Moreland sings “The more you say, the less it means” on the track of that title, it has the feeling of being a sort of personal mantra.
By doing all of that simplifying, Moreland creates space to invite the muse back in - a process that he narrates in a pair of gorgeous invocations that kick off Side Two of the album, “Blue Dream Carolina” and “Silver Sliver” (the latter of which was also tracked live with a field recorder). He begins the side with what is perhaps the record’s most poignant verse:
Blue dream Carolina, remind me why I do this
Tell me what the truth is, don’t tell me who to be
I don’t have to tell you this life is plenty painful
Here comes my fallen angel, falling down on me
By the end of this verse, his muse, his “fallen angel”, has returned to him, now a little worse for the wear. And by the end of the album, Moreland even seems to have resolved some of the internal struggles that led to his year off the road, as is revealed in a fiery couplet that signals his recommitment to a relentless pursuit of the truth: “I will not be your puppet or your payment / Your easy entertainment, for I’ve made amends to me.” Moreland has grieved and rested and come out on the other side with a new world-weariness and hard-won wisdom.
But there is another path he could have taken. On his Petty-esque ode to despair “One Man Holds The World Hostage”, Moreland cleverly leaves the identity of the “one man” in question open. He could be one of any number of the men currently endangering humanity, whether it’s a world leader with access to nuclear weapons, an oil CEO pursuing ever-greater profits in spite of the threat posed by climate change, or just an average Joe with hate in his heart. But all of these “one men” have something in common. As Moreland sings, “One man holds the world hostage ‘cause he’s afraid of his feelings”. This is the line that unifies the album’s social commentary with the personal journey that Moreland describes. The denial and avoidance that most of us rely on to cope with the relentless speed and noise of modern life are, if allowed to fester, also the source of our greatest dangers. If we don’t work through our shit, Moreland suggests, we all have the potential to turn to the dark side. Moreland’s narration of his journey back to his muse is more than a simple anecdote, then. The steps that he took - simplify your life, then listen to that deep and quiet voice inside of you long and hard - form a road map for all of us toward some sort of healing, not just for ourselves individually, but potentially for society as a whole.
John Moreland is known for writing lines that hit you in the gut, but many of the best moments on Visitor are more subtle. The significance of one of the record’s best lines, from “The More You Say, The Less It Means,” may take multiple listens to fully sink in: “Some folks say and some folks know”. This line sums up John Moreland’s worldview very neatly. It lays out the dichotomy of truth and lies that Moreland has spent his entire career examining, but now more elegantly than ever. On the one hand, there are people who constantly talk (or sing, or write, or post online) without deep thought or reflection - often irresponsibly, even dangerously, and for personal gain. These are the “weary worn-out fools” and “famous false prophets” he lambasted on In The Throes, or the subject of “One Man Holds The World Hostage” on Visitor. And on the other hand, there are folks who know - those who commit themselves to the pursuit of truth and wisdom, and who only say things when they fully know them to be true. In Moreland’s book, the artist’s true calling is to be one of the latter - the “folks who know”. While John Moreland has already earned a spot in the pantheon of the great singer-songwriters of his generation, Visitor confirms his place in that much loftier Hall Of Fame.
Where is it happening?
1747 S Boston Ave, Tulsa, OK, United States, Oklahoma 74119
