I have several Leo Kotke albums and they are some of my favorite late night listening moments.
I have never seen him live but will do eventually if I am lucky. His legendary monologues are something I would like to hear. His sleeve notes are a lot of fun although this eponymous album has none, or at least none that came with the copy I have. I have another album that’s sleeve notes cover ice fishing, frostbite and nuns so I feel like I am missing something.
It’s a pleasant listen with engaging finger picked guitars and some sweet Jack Nitzsche orchestral additions that work surprisingly well over Kotke’s slide guitar. I have always really liked the sound of a twelve string played with a slide and Kotke is the master of this.
So after a hectic and fraught week during which the listening has centered mostly around Springsteen’s harrowing Nebraska album this effort by Kotke, the first on the Chrysalis label managed to get my head back in gear. Ready to make the last push to finish moving my house and my kids.