Articulating heartbreak in a medium digestible to many is, as goes without saying, something of an art. And, on the basis of Someone Else, Lou Terry is a true artist; an unassuming master of this particular craft. Eminently lachrymose, its lyrical content may be majoritively harrowing (“Love doesn’t feel special to me/ You don’t seem so special to me/ This doesn’t seem special any more, to tell the truth” he’ll candidly lament, his vocal cracking in all the right places), although there is an inconspicuous humour to it, too. From wry self-deprecation to feeling “crushed like a bug inside a book,” his discovering comfort in emotional discomfort – in making peace with those undesirable situations in which “you lose another person that you love, and life will carry on” – is wholly loveable. Live (as this more recent recording goes to so transparently show), it may be even more so, to tell the truth…
First Transmission: Lou Terry, Someone Else.
