Jewel
Spirit
(Atlantic)

In the current edition of Rolling Stone, journalist Neil Strauss tries to portray Jewel Kilcher, who appears on the issue's cover, as a far more complex personality than the one who seems to be behind her music--not a thimble-deep hippie chick who's peddling the hoariest of cliches, but a rapidly maturing Nabokov reader who sees optimism as "a choice" rather than an indication of guilelessness. Strauss undercuts this argument with an I-can't-believe-this-hottie-is-talking-to-me tone that reaches an unbelievably embarrassing apogee when he pantingly describes an intimate conversation between the two of them that took place while they were in bed together, with only a pillow separating them. (No, they didn't have sex--but I bet they do so regularly in Strauss's fantasies.) Nevertheless, most of Kilcher's quotes were intelligent enough to convince me that I should temporarily suspend my disbelief and approach her latest disc with an open mind. But then I made a horrendous error: I actually listened to it.

Those who loved Kilcher's debut disc, Pieces of You, and A Night Without Armor, a book of "intimate poetry" that inexplicably became a bestseller, will likely be entranced by Spirit. But anyone hoping to find evidence that Jewel has extended her reach (a claim she makes throughout the Strauss piece) would be better off exploring the theological wisdom of Reggie White. Patrick Leonard, a Madonna associate, adds a few ornate production touches here and there, but for the most part, he's content to leave Kilcher's pop-folk ditties to stand or fall on their own strength. Musically, that's not a bad strategy, at least from a commercial standpoint: Jewel has a way with hackneyed hooks, and she uses her warm, clear voice to sell them without embarrassment. But her lyrics are more insufferable than ever due to her vigorous humorlessness and her insistence upon trying to pass off refrigerator rhymes as profound insights.

"Deep Water," the opening track, is imbued with both of these characteristics. Several phrases (such as "And you wake up making love to a wall") seem downright funny in print, but her pristine delivery sure as hell isn't. Worse, the whole track builds to the lines "Well it's these little times that help to remind/It's nothing without love"--an observation that's not exactly as fresh as the dirty old uncle at your last family reunion. The tunes that follow stay true to this formula: "What's Simple Is True" tops its stereotypical title with the sentence "Old man winter, be our friend," while "Hands" observes, "In the end, only kindness matters," and "Life Uncommon" urges the boys and girls of the world to "fill your lives with love and bravery/And we shall lead a life uncommon." Such bumper-sticker philosophizing becomes even more numbing because of Jewel's disinterest in varying her imagery. Two songs after "Kiss the Flame," she mourns for "these fragile flames" in "Innocence Maintained"--and two tunes after that, she uses the same phrase again on the soupy "Fat Boy," so blatant a ripoff of Rickie Lee Jones's style (not to mention Randy Newman's infinitely superior "Davy the Fat Boy") that she probably wore a beret while singing it.

Capping the proceedings is "Absence of Fear," another stereotype-fest in which Kilcher claims, "I am needing you here/I need you near/Inside the absence of fear." Such declarations will undoubtedly ring true to insecure teenagers as likely to get a date as they are to assassinate Fidel Castro, but they're no less empty for all that. I found Spirit haunting only because I expect to hear it in my nightmares.

--Michael Roberts

Doc & Merle Watson
Home Sweet Home
(Sugar Hill)

Historic importance aside, this first-ever pairing of mountain balladeer and guitar whiz Doc Watson and his banjo-playing son Merle could've been a disaster. After all, the fourteen songs that make up Home Sweet Home began life as 1967-vintage home recordings originally labeled "Merle, banjo, 5 months" to indicate how long the younger Watson had been playing his instrument of choice at the time. Producer/bassist T. Michael Coleman, who discovered the tapes earlier this year, subsequently received Doc's blessing to add new musical backing to the tracks à la horrid posthumous collaborations by Nat and Natalie Cole and Hank Williams Sr. and Jr.

The results, though, are anything but abominable. Rather, Home Sweet Home careens and swings like the Watsons' finest collaborative efforts thanks in part to contributions from some of the hottest pickers in contemporary bluegrass. Coleman, who contributes minimal bass accompaniment, is here, of course, but so is fiddle ace Sam Bush, harmony vocalist Alan O'Bryant and Marty Stuart, who was playing hot-shit mandolin long before his Eighties move to straight honky-tonk. It also helps that the songs Doc and Merle tore into that day more than three decades ago were pulled from the bedrock of the country/ bluegrass legacy--which is to say, the legacy of Doc Watson. Versions of "Little Maggie," "John Henry," "Down the Road," "Worried Blues" and "Big Spike Hammer" are among the classics surveyed.

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Michael Roberts has written for Westword since October 1990, serving stints as music editor and media columnist. He currently covers everything from breaking news and politics to sports and stories that defy categorization.
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