The traveling kind

"There is a sureness of touch, a clarity of direction and an array of memorable performances. It is rooted in the almost mythic sound of honky-tonks and heartaches, all steel guitar and heavenly harmony, where love and loss walk hand in hand. These are tropes of course but hard-luck ballads as strong as Memories Hanging Around and You Can't Say We Didn't Try evoke a simple beauty. In contrast, Bring It On Home To Memphis, the bluesy fizz of The Weight of the World and the wry If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now display more muscle, though as befits Joe Henry's detailed but understated production, tastefully so".

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