WARREN ZEVON - The Wind (2003)
I've mentioned the impossibility of separating reactions to Zevon's last few records with knowing his eventual fate. For The Wind , one doesn't need to bother. This was always going to the be the last album, and was always going to be the one in which everyone recording it and every last listener would be fully aware of the mesothelioma thing. In his non recording artist life, it sounds like our man was full of the usual contradictions - the pain and wasting away, obviously, but it sounds like a relapse on alcohol and a lot of solitude, with a mix of self-pity and cheerful indifference depending on the day. Still, Zevon wasn't alone -alone at the end. He had a professional best friend to the end in Jorge Calderón - whose rare absence from a Zevon album I probably should have noted on My Ride's Here - as his musical comrade in arms, performing on every song and cowriting most of them. Zevon had both of his adult k...