You Better Love Me
LARRY THE LANDLORD When Larry asked me to write a few words about his music, the first and most pressing question I had for him was - why do you call yourself Larry the Landlord? His reply - 'Because my first name is Larry and I'm a landlord'. This is the kind of straightforward, no nonsense, honesty that I have come to expect from Larry and his songs. Like his name, the music is not contrived or derived, it just arrived. And not a moment too soon. He has recently finished work on the first collection of these songs, a CD entitled, 'You Better Love Me'. That's not a threat, just a simple observation - so he says. I say, 'so what if Cupid couldn't hit the broad side of his ass - Larry's arrows fly straight and true'. Generally speaking, he would hate to have anyone tie him down with some sort of misunderstanding, but he asked me to determine some sort of stylistic classification for his album. Let me just say this: Listening to Larry's music is a bit like refereeing a tag team wrestling match - Something like; Frank Zappa and Warren Zevon vs. John Prine and Woody Guthrie - Dr. Demento is the ringside announcer - and Johnny Cash is the head judge presiding over the panel populated by the Dead Kennedies. There's some laughs for sure, but then you get too close and take some serious body blows... but it's a good pain. Finally Mr.Cash steps up and declares the match an endless futile draw and commands them to stop before someone loses an eye. And you can almost imagine Woody Guthrie wresting the microphone from Dr. Demento's possession, and proclaiming to the frenzied crowd, 'this Landlord is your Landlord'. Well, Larry was quick to point out that that won't fit on the little tab in the record store. I guess no matter what I do or say, it just isn't good enough. A freind of mine who heard him performing one night suggested 'truly alternative,' whatever that means for whatever it's worth. I didn't pursue an argument, I just drop-kicked him off of my balcony. But like I said, 'You Better Love Me' is not a threat, it's up to you. Just don't get caught in the front row when...aw just cut the jive man, give me eight.