by Jay Brown
Listening to Jay Brown's debut disc might possibly make you a believer in time travel. The first listen could have you thinking you're somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains right around the turn of the century. The simple intsrumentation, the primitive production and the musical style is enough to have you checking the date on your calendar. What makes the whole affair current is his songwriting. While the Carter family might sing a wildwood flower or an unbroken circle, Brown tackles modern love and all its trappings with a keen eye and the timeless voice of a poet.
"You got something you something you can't see inside the mirror/like a million of your biggest smiles in one/I thought that I was destined to be nearer/But you only see the sunlight, not the sun." Come to think of it, Mother Maybell might just groove on those lines from the opening track, "Shadow On The Floor".
Brown does some nice picking and blows a decent harp, too. The aptly named Washboard Sam show up on three tracks playing, you guessed it, the washboard.When's the last time you heard one of those?