In 2010, he recorded and toured as part of Robert Plant's "Band of Joy" project.
Scott has also collaborated with Steve Earle, Sam Bush, Emmylou Harris, John Cowan, Verlon Thompson, Guy Clark, Tim O'Brien, Kate Rusby, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, and many others. His unique music has attracted a growing fanbase, and he tours regularly with his own band.
Much of the commentary about Darrell Scott’s career has focused on the songs he’s written that have been recorded by famous names and voices – those known in music industry parlance as “artists.” But then there’s the actual word artist, whose definition has nothing to do with radio hits and red carpets. We refer of course to those who create artifacts of aesthetic and intellectual contemplation and wonder, built from experience, skill, reflection and emotional intent. That’s an artist. And that, at the end of the day, is Darrell Scott.
This is made abundantly clear on A Crooked Road, Scott’s sixth solo studio album. Recorded at home and entirely performed by Scott on a variety of instruments, A Crooked Road falls somewhere between a carefully crafted memoir and an arresting breach of privacy. From the deepest containers of memory, it recounts the bruises and blessings of 30 years of love relationships, stirring the heart with its intimacy and with the enthralling warmth and strength of Scott’s rare voice and musicianship. It is certainly the most introspective and intense project of Scott’s career, spilling over from one CD onto a second, and arranged as a journey with instrumental interludes and a sense of purpose that invites the listener to follow Scott along the crooked road of life, from romantic young man to drama king to lone poet.
Why this album, and why now? Scott says the proximate cause was the approach of his 50th birthday and a long process of adjusting to being single for the first time since first getting married at age 20. The songs were not written with the album in mind specifically, but upon looking at his output over a period of a few years, Scott saw a strong theme emerging. A sequence of songs presented themselves with the kind of clarity that rings an inner bell and signals ‘this is an album.’ Indeed, Scott shelved several other projects temporarily in order to focus on the recording of these 20 songs and pieces.
That recording took place in unusual isolation. Scott generally calls upon peers from the top ranks of roots and Americana music for his projects, but this seemed like the right time to realize a life-long aspiration of making an album by himself. When Darrell was 16, his father, a remarkable songwriter and singer in his own right, purchased a four-track, reel-to-reel recorder. Darrell virtually adopted it, spending many long nights in a shed, laying down parts and harmonizing with himself on a variety of instruments. It was a vital part of his musical schooling, as he figured out how instruments sound together and how to layer parts with grace and taste. While he did engage the help of his regular recording engineer Stephanie Hudacek at a console one floor below his living room “studio,” otherwise Scott worked alone. He would lay down a baseline performance of a song with the right backing instrument, whether guitar, piano or mandocello. Then he added parts, sometimes a single line and in some cases all the parts of a fleshed out band. It is perhaps no surprise that he dedicated the project to guitar pioneer Les Paul, the father of multi-track recording, who died while the album was being recorded at age 94.
As for the music itself, longtime fans of Scott will find a lot that is familiar here: that soul-saturated voice, somewhere between Lowell George and James Taylor, the dazzling instrumental chops and the unfailing judgment about what makes a song sturdy enough to stand up to the wind and weather of time. The album opens with the title track, a simple tune that throws back a bit to the folk-pop of the early 1970s. It lays out the geography of the album to come. “I will sing a lonesome song to anyone who’ll listen,” he says, invoking the muse and inviting the kind of active attention the album merits.
Highlight songs include “Long Wide Open Road,” wherein Darrell recounts his first love with wistful hindsight. “For Suzanne” burrows into the complex cocktail of guilt and anger that remain in the wake of a crashed relationship. “Colorado” finds Scott in lone contemplation on a spiritual road trip. And the passion and humor of a forest-fire romance are described in the rocking “Snow Queen and Drama Llama.” The last stage of the journey achieves new plateaus of insight and peace in songs like the lush and grand “This Time ‘Round” and the spare benediction of “This Beggar’s Heart.”
It’s a special album from a special time in the life of a special recording artist. Its hand-crafted feeling evokes the integrity and permanence of a well-made instrument or an expertly done painting. It may be more somber and vulnerable than Scott’s previous releases, but for that reason it has that much more emotional directness and power. It is truly a self-portrait of the artist as an older and wiser man.
Craig Havighurst
Nashville 2010
Career Highlights:
American Songwriter Top 25 Songs from the last 25 Years - #6: "It's A Great Day To Be Alive" - 2009
Americana Award for Song of the Year - "Hank William's Ghost" 2007
4th Annual Independent Music Award for Album of the Year - Theatre of the Unheard - Jan 2005
Indie Acoustic Best CD Lyrics - 2004
#3 2004 Country Music Songwriter of the Year - (ranked by over 100 music critics)
Grammy Nomination for Best Country Song – "Long Time Gone" Dixie Chicks 2003
Rolling Stone Magazine 2003 Critics Top Albums - Theatre of the Unheard
IBMA Song of the Year Nominee - 2002, 2003
Village Voice Pazz & Jopp Poll - 2000, 2003
Founded Full Light Records - Apr 2003
ASCAP Songwriter of the Year - 2002
Grammy Nomination for Best Country Instrumental Performance – “The Second Mouse” 2001
NSAI Songwriter of the Year - 2001
I Wanna Be Free
Darrell Scott Lyrics
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Made her sister swear that she wouldn't tell her mother
Drove to the desert, got a room with a pool outside
And a truck stop right next door
They drank sweet wine with the sheets pulled down
Watching color TV without the sound
Oh, brother brought Sally to a place
She'd never been before
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
They drove back home in the light of day
She was sitting beside him holding hands all the way
Brother said, "I will talk to your mom
If you want me to
Do you think it'll do any good, Sally?"
She had him drop her off at the side of the house
When she walked through the door
Momma woke up on the couch
And started hitting and screaming
Little sister just left the room
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
You can't touch me
You can't reach me
There is nothing
You can teach me
Sally packed her bags in the middle of the night
And hugged her little sister 'neath the front porch light
And she watched as Sally and my brother just drove away
Into the heat of the night
She went back inside and lay down on her bed
With a vision of her future
Running 'round in her head
And she held to her pillow
'Cause she thought that she would blow away
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
You can't touch me
You can't reach me
There is nothing
You can teach me
I know better
You don't love me, but
I am worthy
I'm somebody
The lyrics to Darrell Scott's song "I Wanna Be Free" tell a story of a young girl named Sally who takes a ride with the singer's brother to a motel in the desert, where they drink wine and watch TV. The line "Brother brought Sally to a place she'd never been before" suggests that this may have been a sexual encounter, especially considering that Sally later faces violence from her mother upon returning home. The chorus of the song, "I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free," seems to express Sally's desire for freedom from the oppressive home life that led her to take this risky adventure with the singer's brother.
As Sally returns home and faces abuse from her mother, she comes to the realization that she is worthy and deserving of love and respect, singing "You don't love me, but I am worthy, I'm somebody." The final verse shows Sally leaving home in the middle of the night, hugging her younger sister and watching as she drives away, imagining a better future for herself.
Line by Line Meaning
Sally took a ride with my kid brother
Sally went on a trip with the singer's younger brother
Made her sister swear that she wouldn't tell her mother
Sally made her sister promise not to tell their mother about the trip
Drove to the desert, got a room with a pool outside
They went to the desert and rented a room with a pool outside
And a truck stop right next door
There was a truck stop nearby
They drank sweet wine with the sheets pulled down
They drank sweet wine in bed with the sheets pulled down
Watching color TV without the sound
They watched a color TV without sound
Oh, brother brought Sally to a place
The singer's brother took Sally to a new place
She'd never been before
Sally had never been there before
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
The singer wants to be free
They drove back home in the light of day
They drove back home when it was daylight
She was sitting beside him holding hands all the way
Sally was holding hands with the singer's brother on the ride home
Brother said, "I will talk to your mom
The singer's brother offered to talk to Sally's mother
If you want me to
If Sally wanted him to talk to her mother
Do you think it'll do any good, Sally?"
The brother asked Sally if she thought it would help
She had him drop her off at the side of the house
Sally had her brother drop her off on the side of the house
When she walked through the door
When Sally walked in the door
Momma woke up on the couch
Sally's mother woke up on the couch
And started hitting and screaming
Sally's mother started hitting and screaming
Little sister just left the room
Sally's little sister left the room
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
The singer wants to be free
You can't touch me
No one can touch the singer
You can't reach me
No one can reach the singer
There is nothing
There is nothing
You can teach me
That can be taught to the singer
Sally packed her bags in the middle of the night
Sally packed her bags in the middle of the night
And hugged her little sister 'neath the front porch light
Sally hugged her little sister on the front porch
And she watched as Sally and my brother just drove away
The sister watched as Sally and the brother drove away
Into the heat of the night
They drove away into the nighttime heat
She went back inside and lay down on her bed
The sister went back inside and lay on her bed
With a vision of her future
With a vision of her future
Running 'round in her head
Running around in her head
And she held to her pillow
She held onto her pillow
'Cause she thought that she would blow away
Because she thought she would blow away
(I wanna be free, Lord, I wanna be free)
The singer wants to be free
You can't touch me
No one can touch the singer
You can't reach me
No one can reach the singer
There is nothing
There is nothing
You can teach me
That can be taught to the singer
I know better
The singer knows better
You don't love me, but
No one loves the singer, but
I am worthy
The singer is worthy
I'm somebody
The singer is somebody
Contributed by Aria W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.