I think it was summer 1997 when I saw my first and only Whiskeytown show. My memory is cloudy and I don't have the ticket stub anymore, so I don't recall who they opened for (I'm pretty sure it was Son Volt) or which songs they played. I do remember that it was at the New Daisy Theatre on Beale Street in Memphis, and that I was pleasantly surprised by their performance. Of course, I'd heard of Whiskeytown: Faithless Street, the North Carolina band's full-length debut, had been trumpeted by No Depression (R.I.P.) and had become an alt-country touchstone. Still, I thought that album sounded derivative and a little dull, too indistinct up against bands like the Old 97's and Freakwater. So I was only mildly curious when Whiskeytown took the stage and played new songs from their upcoming major-label debut, Strangers Almanac.
Scruffy Ryan Adams, who looked muscular in a black t-shirt, had a good rapport with violinist Caitlin Cary, who stood off to the side and handled most of the between-song banter. There was an easy chemistry between them, guitarist Phil Wandscher, and the new rhythm section, and they funneled all that famous band tension into a tight, energetic show. I left convinced that they would make a great album someday.
Sadly, Strangers Almanac wasn't it. Alternately confident and overreaching, original and derivative, it showed a band still coming into their own and a singer-songwriter still settling into his voice. The band borrow obviously from the Replacements ("Yesterday's News"), Bruce Springsteen ("Houses on the Hill"), Uncle Tupelo ("Losering"), Gram Parsons ("Dancing with the Women at the Bar"), and the True Believers (Alejandro Escovedo sings the bridge on "Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart"). At the time, they were unable to integrate these influences into a distinctive, personal sound.
More than 10 years after its initial release, Strangers Almanac is getting the deluxe, two-disc reissue treatment, complete with five live tracks from the band's studio performance at KCRW, the complete Barn's on Fire and Baseball Park sessions, and a handful of stray covers and soundtrack contributions, which vary from excellent (the darkly urgent "Breathe") to the throwaway (the overwrought "Wither, I'm a Flower"). Despite the official plastic "deluxe" slipcase and thoughtful liner notes by No Depression co-founder Peter Blackstock, I get the impression that the album's reputation has more to do with the music the band made afterwards than with the music the band made at this particular point in their careers.