Track Listing

1. True Blue
2. Omaha Nights
3. To Die a Happy Man
4. She Only Calls Me on Sundays
5. We’ll Get By
6. Black Grass
7. I Wanna Get High
8. Vagabonds
9. D.C. Blues
10. Meandering

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #28552 in Music
• Released on: 2008-02-18
• Number of discs: 1

Customer Reviews

A bit disapointing...
Maybe it is just me but I am a bit disappointed by this album. At his best Louris writes some wonderfully bitter sweet love songs that few can match. Neil Young's more mellow output comes to mind and they have a similar voices and Louris at times compares very well with one of the greats of American music.

At first hearing I thought this album was going to be a satisfying follow-up to the Jayhawks Rainy Day Music, which was in many respects, was as close to a Louris solo album as you can find. However while the feel is very similar Vagabonds just does not have the melodic strength of the likes of Tail Spin, Eyes of Sarahjayne or One Man's problem.

It is a decent and listenable album but I can't hear the magic. Vagabonds is, at the end of the day, just not very memorable.

Bring back the Band
I have given this CD three stars in the hope that it is a slow burner as J.Willis thinks. The first impression was certainly one of disappointment, with the muddy low key production, and the dominance of the pedal steel. I kept waiting for Gary's guitar to lighten the gloom, but there was not a single solo on the album. The Jayhawks are right up there in my lexicon of the finest American bands who simply produce consistently outstanding music, without any commercial reward. Perhaps these songs would come to life with the Jayhawks, but more importantly, I hope that The Jayhawks are still alive

Autumnal americana at its best
An essential album by Mr Louris. There's been some criticism amongst his listenership about the 'sound' of this album. My impression is that it's the sound that best suits his oeuvre: bittersweet recollections, guarded hope, confounded searches, all expressed in an atmospheric, textured work which transcends the notional genre of folk/rock/americana. Even the tracks which rock out are more like hymns of supplication sung with downcast eyes(if you could see behind those shades). Chris Martin would sell his wife to be able to 'do wistful' like GL. His are such intimate, empathic, sentiments that you feel you've been a fellow-traveller. Or would like to be.