Richard Shindell examines liminal spaces as both an immigrant and emigrant, crossing thresholds and illuminating the human experience through narrative song. Originally from New York, now dividing his time between Buenos Aires, Argentina and New York's Hudson Valley, Shindell is a writer whose songs paint pictures, tell stories, juxtapose ideas and images, inhabit characters, vividly evoking entire worlds along the way and expanding our sense of just what it is a song may be. Meticulously recorded over three years in New York and Buenos Aires, his most recent release, Careless, might be an anachronism: at a time when the very idea of the record-album is called into question—when technological developments and listening habits challenge its status as the natural vehicle of an artist's
...Read More presentation of new material—Shindell offers us an ambitious, luxurious, full-length statement. Shindell immersed himself in the studio, allowing the time and latitude to explore, experiment, take risks—to play—as each of these eleven songs was given form and substance. While his signature acoustic guitar style is used to good effect here, Careless finds Shindell plugging in more. "Returning to the electric guitar has transformed my relationship with all aspects of my career," he says. "The wider sonic and dynamic range of the electric has been a real inspiration. Rejuvenating."
Careless exhibits a wide thematic range, from terrestrial to celestial. It begins with seven songs whose feet are very much on the ground: the roots-of-rock'n'roll lope and twang of Stray Cow Blues; the epic mea culpa and pop catharsis of the title track; desire both human and insect in the "summer garden" of Infrared; the ruminant, dystopian, blues-grazing Deer on the Parkway; recovery and reconciliation between a father and daughter, in All Wide Open; a vintage instrument infused with the spirit of a prior owner in Your Guitar; and Abbie, wherein the disappearance of a beloved pet is explained. And from there to the view from above: the ether of Atlas Choking, heaven itself in Before You Go, and geosynchronous orbit in Satellites. With its only cover, The Dome, the album ends where it began: firmly on the ground, beneath a night sky, wondering, awaiting clarification. Read Less