Dan Baker is an up-and-coming singer/songwriter who’s made his bones in Boston, but one listen to his debut album, Outskirts of Town, reveals that this guy is far more familiar with the dynamics of small-town America. He can dial up both the romance and the disappointment inherent in your average burg and he understands how those two extremes can be intertwined in poignant ways. That authenticity of place is what makes this debut so promising.
The immediate thing you tend to do with a new songwriter is try and play “spot the influence.” Whenever someone is as wordy as Baker, Bob Dylan flashes to mind. The streetlife fascination would point the way to 70’s-era Bruce Springsteen. But while there are echoes of both of those titans, I would suggest that Baker reminds me of the woefully underrated but highly influential John Prine.
…what he has proven is his ability to take in all the minutiae of his surroundings and spin them back to us without artifice or condescension
Like Prine, Baker fearlessly gets inside the skin of his characters, even if it means portraying himself in a less than flattering light. The anti-hero of “Bad Man” fully understands the error of his ways but still goes ahead with his womanizing and rabble-rousing. Baker also takes a cue from Prine on how to dissect the horrors of war from the inside-out; “Untraveled Road” looks at the strain that war puts on families in much the same way Prine’s seminal “Sam Stone” did almost 40 years ago.
And, like Prine, Baker’s writing never skimps on humor, which is a refreshing change from some of the dour navel-gazers out there. “God Might Be Crazy” and “Dreams” both have their tongue firmly in their cheek but never cross the line into snark. The best of the funny ones is “Live Like A Dog,” a hilariously insightful look at how our four-legged friends get away with wretched behavior and still have it made.
Baker does have some weaknesses common to first-time songwriters. He tends to overdo it with the lyrics, pouring on line after line when brevity might have served his purpose better. The title track is guilty of this; a trenchant line about small-town ennui like “Where the women have babies and then they go nuts” gets lost in the long, wordy denouement.
Meanwhile the arrangements of the songs are kept minimal: Acoustic guitar, some piano, a few flourishes here and there. It’s all tasteful, and there wouldn’t be anything wrong with this if Baker had an expressive voice like Dylan or Prine, who sounded like grizzled veterans even as a youngsters. Instead, the newcomer tends to sound whiny when he tries to emote.
Some better melodies and some instrumental variety could remedy that; both are present on the string-laden “Surrounded”, as Baker describes a love as suffocating in the best possible way. His knack for off-kilter approaches to songs like this one definitely helps to mitigate the shortcomings and keep the songs sounding fresh.
At album’s end in the song “Spinning Round,” Baker finds himself in the local sinkhole/bar feeling both stifled and blessed by his lot in life. It remains to be seen if this new songwriter can expand his worldview past the parameters of his local hamlet. But what he has proven is his ability to take in all the minutiae of his surroundings and spin them back to us without artifice or condescension, ennobling his humble characters in the process. And that’s a talent worth watching.
JBev - JAMSBIO magazine
(May 11, 2009)