Now, that rusty ol' truck there needs some remodeling, hoss...

You ever had the long slow burn of an album that’s a grower? No, I don’t mean in the days after getting it. An album that doesn’t just grow over the first couple of listens, but takes its sweet time, growing and growing and growing...over a couple of years. Rusty Truck’s album Luck’s Changing Lanes is such an album, at least for me. It’s an album that’s been sitting pretty in my record collection since 2013 and until last year it was sitting there waiting to get played once a year, maybe. And then, over the course of a couple of month, something strange happened. Having had its yearly outing, the melodies and words kept creeping back up on me regularly, and I caught myself humming or singing a couple of lines...then had to remember what they were...then realized...Rusty Truck!?

When I picked up this album I had never heard of Rusty Truck before. Nor did I necessarily know who Mark Seliger was. But a sticker promising, among others, special guests Sheryl Crow, Jakob Dylan, Lenny Kravitz, Willie Nelson, and Gillian Welch had me intrigued. Googling Mark Seliger, I realized that I had probably seen the name a bunch of times, seeing how he was essentially the house photographer of Rolling Stone magazine for more than a decade, shooting most of their iconic covers from the 1990s and the photo series for articles. Becoming friends with Jakob Dylan, towards the end of that run, had Seliger pursue his life-long love for country music. Dylan produced a first demo and fellow wallflower Rami Jaffee put together the band that became Rusty Truck. And despite the array of famous guest stars and helpers, Luck's Changing Lanes isn't some sort of all-star revue, a sort of alt-country Supernatural. Most stars' contributions are playing an instrument or the occasional backing vocal. 

If I remodeled the album, that’d already be the second paint job on Rusty Truck's debut album. The record was first published in 2003 as Broken Promises on the tiny Coda Terra label, and despite all the guest stars went almost immediately out of print. It may pay to have friends in places, but not if neither you nor your friends can get heard. The album then got re-issued five year later by Rykodisc as Luck’s Changing Lanes, dropping two songs from the original release and replacing them by two others, which is the version of the album I have. And it’s here where they fucked up terribly with an absolute screw job of epic proportions in terms of sequencing.

I remember my initial, sharp disappointment with much of the disc. Having picked this up in a record store in Edinburgh, there we were driving up the hillsides into the Highlands, and after a promising opening track and an okay second one the album just sort of vanished into a vapor of samey-sounding elegant but sleepy midtempo sound of country crooning that bordered on boredom...”What did you put on there?” my wife inquired for it was she who was driving, “that’s gonna put me to sleep”...and out of the car’s CD player the disc went to then make its very infrequent appearances over the years. I could not even blame my wife, but rather blame whoever put the disc together. Sequencing, maaaaan, you ever heard of it? 

Unfortunately, no one involved with Luck’s Changing Lanes seemed to take the importance of an album's flow much into consideration, as after the first two tracks the album programmed four mid/slow tempo songs which all more or less sound the same back to back to back to back. That’s a lot of back there, hoss. Any momentum the album wanted to build was immediately undermined by a section that invites fingers to approach the skip button. So I did what I do with a disc that has such strange sequencing errors, I essentially skipped the “boring” first side entirely and started with track seven to the imaginary second side which had both stronger tunes and a better flow. I hadn’t started to tinker with re-sequencing albums yet, but boy, if ever an album needed some help to find a better flow, it’s this one.

And it’s worth it. Because those lines and choruses I started to hum almost unconsciously...that happened for a reason. Luck’s Changing Lanes, now re-sequenced for a better listening experience with no prolonged lulls in the middle of things, is full of charming, but ultimately extremely endearing tunes. The instrumentation is rich and varied, some songs like the reggae groover “New York Fallen Angel” with Burning Spear on backup vocals (one of the two new songs) and “Malibu Canyon” are almost pure pop and the only thing that makes this alt country is that Nashville and its radio confections don’t sound like this, unfortunately. The weakest thing on here is probably the duet with Willie Nelson (which gets very close to the ol’ Willie countrypolitan sound), but even that one is endearing. 

For further listening pleasure I attached a couple of live bonus tracks at the end plus two tracks from the follow-up album. It’s interesting to see how they turn “New York Fallen Angel” from a reggae-pop tune into a honky tonk one live. Without further ado (as that was a lot of ado already!), here’s that ol’ twice  remodeled Rusty Truck.