Brenn Hill, cowboy
songster extraordinaire, just released his fourteenth album, Rocky Mountain
Drifter.
There are sixteen songs to enjoy and, as with all things
remarkable, it’s hard to pick a favorite. “Old Black Joe” and “Buffalo Beard”
appeal to me for their originality. And I like “My Angel Wings.” It’s a sort of
old-timey, touching kind of tune. You can’t listen to “Muddy Creek” without
tapping your toes. Brenn does a fine job with one of my favorite Guy Clark
classics (there are two tunes on the album written by someone other than
Brenn), “Desperados Waitin’ for a Train.” I could go on and on, because
everything on the album is good listening.
I confess I am drawn to one song in particular: “And the River Ran
Red.” It’s a haunting, reverent song about the Massacre
at Bear River, a tragedy I have written widely about. One reason I
really like this song is that I had a hand in writing the words. Brenn makes
those words sound better than they are.
It’s unlikely any more of my words will ever be set to music. But
when it’s this good, once is enough.
