MARK THOMAS STOCKERT
Chatelaine Saloon (Tinderbox Publicity)
Reviewed by Holly Day

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You know, I wonder if cannibals and serial killers get angry at people like Nick Cave and the Sisters of Mercy for writing songs about their way of life, and about, most likely, being improperly represented. I only say this because whenever I hear music about livin' out on the prairie and hangin' out in saloons and bein' a cowboy, it irks me, because the people in the songs are never like the people that come to my family reunions, nearly four generations of cowboys left living and a whole bunch more that stretch back past the grave, with great, great, great grandparents that lived in Dodge City, Kansas and even more that ranched in South Dakota. I know it's a silly thing to take personally, but I just can't help it. So saying, this is kind of a concept album about being a cowboy, and saloon drinkin', and brandin' cattle, and sleepin' in the saddle, and things like that. I'm mean, it's not all that, but my own persnicketyness prevents me from pursuing this album too much further.

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