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2002 Universal |
CD. 31358 | |||||||||||||||||
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| 1 | You used to kiss the girls | 2:32 |
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| 2 | The negroes were dancing | 2:43 |
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| 3 | Slug line | 2:58 |
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| 4 | Madonna road | 4:18 |
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| 5 | (No more) Dancing in the streets | 2:21 |
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| 6 | Long night | 5:17 |
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| 7 | The night that Kenny died | 2:33 |
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| 8 | Radio girl | 2:54 |
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| 9 | You're my love interest | 3:14 |
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| 10 | Take off your uniform | 4:06 |
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| 11 | Sharon's got a drugstore | 2:11 |
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| 12 | Washable ink | 3:15 |
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| John Hiatt: |
Guitar
Vocals |
| Jerry Conway: | Drums |
| Bruce Gary | Drums |
| Thom Mooney | Drums |
| B.J. Wilson | Drums |
| Doug Yankus | Guitar |
| Veyler Hildebrand: | Bass |
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Jon Paris: |
Guitar Bass |
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Todd Cochran: |
Organ Piano Keyboards |
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Etan McElroy: |
Piano Vocals Background Vocals |
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Credits |
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| Produced: | Denny Bruce |
| Engineer: | Russ Gary |
| Second Engineer: | Michael Carnevale |
| original art direction: | john van hamersveld |
| photographer: | nick rozsa |
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management: |
denny bruce havana moon, hollywood |
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Conventional wisdom at the time was that MCA Records had signed John Hiatt (who had languished without a record contract for four years) with the idea that he would be their Elvis Costello — a singer/songwriter in the fashionable punk/new wave style. Certainly, Hiatt has stripped down and roughed up from his Epic records here, fronting a straight-ahead guitar rock band (that was capable, of course, of playing the obligatory reggae number), eschewing the stylistic diversity he reveled in before, and throwing out snappy, aphoristic lyrics in a highly processed voice. None of this quite turns him into Elvis Costello, although the mean streak he reveals would serve him well later. |
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