In my last blog entry, I commented on Randy Newman without being fully integrated into his schtick. I was assuming things based on reviews; never a good place to be. Having now heard Harps and Angels, Newman's brilliant new album, I understand his genius a little bit better.
Randy Newman's true genius is based in how he presents himself, which is as a dimwit. On his new album, Newman sounds like a bumpkin sheepishly misunderstanding the world, which is what makes so many of his jarring political insights endearing.
In "A Few Words In Defense of Our Country," Newman notes that it is so patriotic to be afraid that they came up with color codes for it. He then ponders.... "And what are we supposed to be afraid of? Why, fear. .... That's what terror means, doesn't it?" He comes across as artless, and his art is in that styled aloofness which makes you love him like a little brother who knows not what he does.
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