Tom House | |
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Born | 1949 (age 75–76) Durham, North Carolina |
Origin | Nashville,Tennessee |
Genres | folk, singer-songwriter,country |
Years active | 1997–present |
Labels | Checkered Past, Mud,Catamount |
Tom House (born 1949 inDurham, North Carolina) is an American singer-songwriter and poet whose music combines elements ofcountry, singer-songwriter, andfolk.[1][2][3]
House wrote hundreds of poems during the two decades before 1997. Of these, three had been included inThe Bicentennial Edition of the Tennessee Anthology of Poetry.[4] From 1982 to 1988, he edited and published the journalraw bone, which was known for publishing spare, brutal writing.[3] House's first recording to be released was "The Hank Williams Memorial Myth", a spoken-word intro to the 1996 compilation albumNashville: The Other Side Of The Alley.[5] In 1997, he released his debut album,The Neighborhood Is Changing, onCheckered Past Records.[6] The album featured multiple members ofLambchop.[7] As of 2012, he had released a total of 13 albums.[1]
Greil Marcus wrote inEsquire that House's 1998 albumThis White Man's Burden was "an extraordinary collection of warnings and threats, and it sounds as if it came right out of the ground."[8] He later named the album his 6th favorite of 1998.[9]Robert Christgau, however, was less favorable in his review of the album, awarding it a "neither" rating, indicating that it "may impress once or twice with consistent craft or an arresting track or two. Then it won't."[10][11] Jim Caligiuri of theAustin Chronicle wrote that House's third album,'Til You've Seen Mine, was "easily his most accomplished" and gave it 3 out of 4 stars.[12]Erik Hage ofNo Depression wrote that on House's 2004 albumThat Dark Calling, "House is still very much his own man, but there's a levity to his approach here that suggests the singer is perhaps more concerned with healing than drumming up haints and spooks."[13] Andy Whitman ofPaste wrote that on the album, "House is a fine songwriter with a great eye for detail, but his dour sensibilities become oppressive after a while."[14]