The 25-year career of singer/songwriter John Wesley Harding has skyrocketed of late with the publication of no fewer than three critically acclaimed novels under his birth name, Wesley Stace. Equally amazing, the artist named for Bob Dylan’s misspelling of Texas gunfighter John Wesley Harden has just released the finest album of a career that’s seen him record at least 18 longplayers for labels ranging from high-profile majors to imprints so small the back catalog was stored in somebody’s garage between the cat box and the washing machine. Produced by old pal Scott McCaughey (Young Fresh Fellows) and fleshed out by no less than R.E.M.’s Peter Buck and the Decemberists, The Sound Of His Own Voice (Yep Roc) is a full-bore stunner with Wes (nobody calls him John) weaving his usual lyrical magic through knockout arrangements of extraordinary songs that revive the ghosts of the Kinks, David Lynch soundtrack guru Angelo Badalamenti and wall-of-sound maestro Phil Spector. For yet another career-topping milestone (gasp), JWH will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week for (yes it’s true) the second time. Read our brand new Q&A with him.
Harding: How I got to be on tour with this band—Peter Buck (R.E.M.), Jenny Conlee-Drizos (Decemberists), Chris Funk (Decemberists), Scott McCaughey (Minus Five), John Moen (Decemberists) and Nate Query (Decemberists)—is a question I am asked. The answer: We’re friends. Obviously, Buck is “currently unemployed” and the Decemberists just finished a long tour for The King Is Dead; and who wouldn’t want to step up to the bonus of the big bucks that accompany a John Wesley Harding tour.
In fact, the tour is happening, because it was so much fun making the record, almost exactly one year ago, that we wanted to take the show on the road and have some more of that same fun. We’re called the King Charles Trio for, as you may imagine, a silly reason. (I mean, aside from the fact that there’s seven of us.) One of the original chord charts that Scott and I made for the band when we were arranging the songs on the record got cut off at the bottom, and where I wrote something full like “STOP BEFORE FINAL CHORUS”, all that could be seen of the phrase looked like “Ken Charles” and that stuck in out heads. And we became the Ken Charles Three, and then, obviously(?), the King Charles Trio as a tribute to the future monarch of the United Kingdom.
And in 22 years of solid music-making, this is the first time I ever took the same actual band that made the record on the road with me, which is itself a thrill. Come and see us. I even get to flounce around for a couple of songs, unchained to an acoustic guitar. All right. (I have no “moves.”)
Below is some of our stuff ready to pack into the van. Obviously, I don’t have my own stencil yet, but I’m working on it like crazy.
Photo after the jump.
