Last of the Hard-core Troubadours

If you're a long-suffering songwriter pondering how to get yourself one of them fancy-schmancy MTV concert specials, you might consider the Steve Earle plan.

This plan consists of the following elements:
1. Write a whole shitload of killer songs
2. Take them to Nashville

3. Toil in undeserved obscurity long enough to get yourself good and hooked on junk

4. Go to the pokey on drug charges
5. As part of your parole plan, stage an anti-drug-themed prison concert
6. Wait for the Nashville suits to start calling back

Makes sense, right? Well, not exactly. Steve Earle's odyssey from Nashville pariah to comeback kid doesn't make much sense at all. It's a saga of galling idiocy, sponsored in equal parts by the country music industry, Earle himself, and, well, the greater music industry.

The latest testament to this mishegoss is the just-released Ain't Ever Satisfied, a compilation of songs culled from Earle's years at MCA. Make no mistake, the album itself is a godsend, stacked from stem to stern with the songs that prove Earle to be one of our era's finest songwriters. Most every must-have from Earle's five MCA albums can be found here, along with a dozen live recordings, rarities, and covers.

The two-CD set includes studio versions of "Guitar Town," "Copperhead Road," and "The Rain Came Down," as well as a thrashing eight-minute concert take of "West Nashville Boogie" and the Rolling Stones' gem "Dead Flowers." Earle's mischievous raveup of Dave Dudley's "Six Days On the Road" and the rollicking rockabilly original "Continental Trailways Blues" (both salvaged from the Planes, Trains and Automobiles soundtrack) are balanced by his haunting reworking of Bruce Springsteen's "State Trooper."

It's a bounty, all right, but a bounty won -- in typical Earle fashion -- the hard way. MCA, you see, was the same label that gave Earle the boot back in 1991, before he was a pudgy poster boy for recovery, when he was still the lean and dangerous type, a brilliant musician with an unfortunate penchant for narcotics and their attendant legal hassles.

To grasp the full irony of Earle's seesawing career, though, one requires a more thorough history. He was born in 1955 in Fort Monroe, Virginia. He grew up around San Antonio, learned guitar at age eleven, and started taking drugs a couple of years later. At fourteen he moved to Houston, where he met Texas songwriter Townes Van Zandt, an early mentor who also became a besotted role model for the budding young bard.

In 1974 Earle moved to Nashville. He was nineteen years old. For the next eight years, he struggled as a session man and songsmith, landing a deal with Epic Records that quickly fizzled after he made a few desultory singles and almost placed a song on an Elvis Presley album. Often, though, Earle had to resort to day jobs, which helped stoke his affinity for drugs and violence. His big break, as such, came in 1982 when Johnny Lee scored a Top 10 hit with Earle's "When You Fall in Love." Soon Waylon Jennings, Patty Loveless, Vince Gill, Kathy Mattea, and Shawn Colvin (among others) had recorded Earle originals.

Earle's prowess as a songwriter led producer Tony Brown to sign him to MCA. His first album, Guitar Town, was released in 1989. Though hailed by critics as an instant classic, the record was given only lukewarm support by Nashville's kingmakers. With its unflinching lyrical stance and jagged rock instrumentation, Earle's music didn't fit within the comfy confines of country. As its most pointed, Earle's music was anti-country. That is, the lives it portrayed stood in grim opposition to the glorified red-white-and-blue-collar mythos that Nashville usually shills.

Despite its down-home rhetoric, country is a genre rooted in escapism, in the notion that adultery, divorce, drudgery, and unemployment can take on a certain hangdog glamour if crooned about jauntily enough. Earle's songs, however, refused to varnish the truth. In "Someday" he chronicled the excruciating disempowerment of a small-town loser, a kid doomed to a life of meaningless toil in the service industry. "My brother went to college 'cause he played football," Earle rasps. "But I'm still hanging round 'cause I'm a little bit small."

Despite his undeniable ear for a hook, songs like this were simply too dark, too sophisticated, for commercial radio. What's more, Earle himself was a tough property to market. He didn't just sing about a wild, white trash lifestyle; he looked the part (motel tan, biker jewelry, tattoos) and lived it (multiple arrests, multiple marriages, a heroin addiction that was common knowledge among Music City bizzers.)

As a point of contrast, consider that Guitar Town was released around the same time as the debuts by Randy Travis and Dwight Yoakam. Travis, that bland hunk with a bottomless baritone, and Yoakam, a rebel manque with form-fitting leather pants, went on to become the twin princes of "new country." Earle, meanwhile, continued to butt heads with the lords of Music Row. His second album, Exit O, rocked even harder, leading MCA bigwigs to exile him to the label's rock/pop division. From this point on he became, simply put, a genre bastard.

Unlike guys such as Springsteen and John Mellencamp, though, Earle was stuck in Nashville, and saddled with the country label. Which meant that the arbiters of mainstream rock -- MTV and radio station programmers primarily -- wouldn't go near him.

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