..it's terrible. The Hottest State soundtrack features a roster of acts old and newish that would draw the envy of Cmdr. Braff: Bright Eyes, Feist, Cat Power, Willie Nelson, Emmylou Harris, etc. But rather than culling the castaway B-sides from this posse, Hawke organizes a tribute session to none other than Jesse Harris-- that's right, the Jesse Harris. You may best know Harris as Norah Jones' guitar player, but he has a solo career in his own right, playing exceptionally harmless jazzy folk/folky jazz in the vein of James Taylor. So basically, Ethan Hawke (and all these other artists, apparently) have all the cutting-edge and adventurous preferences of, say, my Mom's bunko group.Such a burn!
Of course, Rob is the same guy who wrote that Wilco's Sky Blue Sky "nakedly exposes the dad-rock gene Wilco has always carried but courageously attempted to disguise." So clearly, Rob is still dealing with a lot of angsty teenage type oedipal issues. "What's that racket, son?" "It's called music, dad! Jeez! Of course you'd never understand!" Slam. Slam. Stomp. Stomp.
I guess I'd rather rock with Rob's dad, and hang out with his Mom's bunko group. They seem to at least have it together.
