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THE WIND does have to be listened to in the context of Warren's death, however. It gives his cover of "Knockin on Heaven's Door" a depth and weight that Dylan himself could not. And it turns a line like "let's party for the rest of the night" from a corny throwaway into a defiant celebration of life. Joining Warren in this celebration are his many friends -- Ry Cooder, Don Henley, Billy Bob Thornton, and Dwight Yoakam on "Dirty Life and Times," Bruce Springsteen on the barroom romp "Disorder In The House," Jackson Browne, T-Bone Burnett, Thornton and Springsteen on the moody "Prison Grove," Tom Petty on the lively "Rest of the Night," Emmylou Harris on the plaintive and beautiful "Please Stay," and Joe Walsh on the blues epic "Rub Me Raw."

When the party's over and all the guests have gone and all the goodbyes have been exchanged, Warren sends us off with the best song on THE WIND, "Keep Me In Your Heart," which is worth the price of the disc alone. Warren sings softly "If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less," and "sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house, maybe you'll think of me and smile." That lump in your throat is proof of Warren's talent. He will be missed.

A way to keep him in your heart.
I haven't run out and bought a CD the first day of release in a long time, but I knew I had to get this one. I'll admit to some trepidation; would this recording reflect all the amazing effort that Warren put into it?
I'm happy to say it does. THE WIND is a wonderful reflection on life and death from one of rock's true poets. From the opening line ("Some days I feel like my shadow's casting me,") to the last (Keep me in your heart for awhile") this is as memorable as any of his recordings. Working once again with Jorge Calderon, Zevon has taken this opportunity to mix slow melodic tunes with hard rockers that demand you to turn them up. Songs like "Prison Grove" with its eerie symbolism and the incredible cover of Dylan's "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" balance wonderfully well with rockers like "Rub Me Raw" and "The Rest of the Night"
to create a quintessential Zevon CD.

Guests acquit themselves well, particularly Springsteen on "Disorder in the House," where he rips into a nice, messy guitar solo and seems to push Warren to rock a little bit harder.The background vocals on "Prison Grove" are also a fine example of a good use for all those who wished to participate in this project. The chief contribution has to be Calderon's, who brings back the lush sound of many of Warren's early CD's and is always mindful of Warren's diminished vocal capabilities; surrounding Warren'svoice by a vibrant supportive sound.

If your new to Zevon and your curiousity has been piqued by all the recent publicity, please take this opportunity to enjoy one of rock's true originals. And to all of you who have been there from the beginning, keep him in your heart.

My Name Is Zevon: I Killed Myself; Now I Plot To Evoke Pity!
Let's-for the 1st and only time in this enormity of reviews-weigh the grossly poisonous reaction from rabidly hyperventilating, suspicious Zevon fans. 230 reviews with ratings all oppressively stressed to the maximum venom of perfect five stars?!?!?!?! This inarguably reveals the easily misled suggestibility of the excess of 230 varying reviewers, which is so shameful, it's sad. I despise to spoil the party of obliviousness that's occurring here with the untamed, postmortem and late fan "appreciation" of Zevon, but to ANY impartial observer, one who hasn't been seized control of by the feral hypocrisy of the media preying on a relatively MEDIOCRE "entertainer's" death, all these 230 reviews are a SHAM.

When an "entertainer" dies, even an old-timer nobody like Zevon, the press has a soulless frenzy in exaggerating him to be repugnantly more than what his status really was!!!! To the unconscientious media, the death of even barely recognizable figures is the equivalent of the most exploitable Godsend bounty arriving!!!! This is all part of the press' calculated stratagem to trick naïve morons to part with their money, as the press embezzles incrementally more business from putting the gimmick of purportedly "famous" persons deaths in their headlines, which they hopefully plan will draw some contemptibly impressionable triflers concerned with only celebrity-oriented lightness. I've contradicted myself; it's an outrage that the media, in the first place, manhandled Zevon's decease to embellishment, for he was obscurely unknown in the least, a session musician at a salacious best!!!!

This segues into where I admonish you 230 reviewers. I chide you as the most disreputable pawns of media propaganda who submissively bought this, now irrelevant, obsolete "musician's" CD, at the solicitation of news outlets who fooled you into believing Zevon was noteworthy, which is a distant cry from what he really was!!!! I accuse that you 230-strong are insincere double-dealers who never heard of Suicide until he stigmatically leaked the publicity stunt of conceding his mortality was inevitable, which raises additional suspicions. How dare Zevon disseminate unwanted news of his impending death, when, because of his unremarkable rank, no one would've cared, much less noticed!!!! This implicates you 230-strong as the most surrendering, imaginarily trendy sheep who subserved the media's plot-for-their-own-personal-gain, to hype Zevon after he killed himself, to a misused, patsy exercise.

Inspecting Zevon's, for lack of better term, "body-of-work", more defamation's instantly slung at the 230-strong who laughably capitulated to irrational sensationalism regarding dead "musicians'" works escalating in value, that the media preyed on them with. Black-Lung Zevon was THE single biggest, obscure underachiever. This news-imposed, misleadingly liked "artist" sucked so foully that his 1st mismanagement at an album FAILED TO SELL Diddlysquat!!!! Another tarnish is how, after 34 years in the "biz", Zevon still couldn't crawl his way into mainstream. Consider the insinuation of Zevon finding it beyond himself to improve, despite it being an effortless side-effect of evolution after 33 years of limiting your personal scope to the same boring hamper. For the sake of your pop culture-dictated, dependent mentalities, Zevon was unpromisingly extorted to take a road-job as musical director, and sucked more so filthily that his 2nd album wasn't attempted until 7 years later!!!! His unreliable, intermittent working was due to another offense: his alcoholism!!!! This disease cost him 5 years from his 3rd album. Another agitating bane was Zevon being such a subserviently dependent parasite, relentlessly pleading for excesses of perversely diverse musicians to artificially escalate the value of his sup-par CDs. This is the ashamed hallmark of musicians suffering from LACK of name-recognition, since Suicide tempted everyone from overrated Lindsay Buckingham, warped Bob Dylan, and homosexual Michael Stipe to support him on all his undeservingly called major-label releases. Self-destroyer "returned" in 1987 with Sentimental Hygiene, whose songs from that session were dishonestly recycled for another below-average CD in 1990-denigrating Zevon ANOTHER few years of INERTNESS!!!! Add to these the crippling injury of Suicide squandering 5 more years until Mutineer, which was spurned, then wasting 5 MORE years for his cold-received CDs until 2000, and you've arraigned a demeaning man having an obliviously unrecognized "career"!!!!

Zevon must practice liberalism/socialism. Self-destroyer-presumably not functionally retarded-disowned the meanest of basic common sense regarding his LIFELONG SMOKING HABIT. He's the indiscriminately prototypical poster-boy for moronically scorned liberals/socialists who non-conformingly jeopardize themselves because of liberal/socialist thinking cancers, which dictate they'll never be responsible for their actions and/or can shift the blame. Zevon's ominously close to being lowered onto the stereotype of chronic smokers who kill themselves, then, in irrational vindictiveness, whose families sue tobacco companies immoderately. Zevon's kids should just huffily-in abnormal dissatisfaction-sue, confirming this hippie liberal's culpability!!!! You 230-strong are discomfortingly suffering from the LOWEST manifestation of hero worship-in your cases, sacrilegious idolatry of a frailly hampered, small-name studio musician, which progresses the outrage even more.

This irreligious idolism of yours is venomously baneful. Be warned that your succumbing, media-incited hyping of a ghastly unknown studio musician is potentially lethal to other impressionably naïve clowns reading your amoral reviews. You're sensationalizing Suicide's vice so inordinately, your unlawful glorification of his incompetently unrestrained self-destruction is furious. Other gullible liberals/socialists who're trapped reading your reviews will be scammed that smoking unrepentantly and crushingly one's whole life is the way to enlightenment and nirvana!!!! Since you 230-strong sadistically specialize in needily depending on self-destructed musicians, AT LEAST have the grudgingly half-decent (because sinful idolism's censurable NO MATTER who you subject yourselves to) sense and taste to idolize someone whose music isn't as tragically vomitous as Self-destroyer's!!!! I command you to idolatrize Kurdt Kobain, AND NO ONE ELSE, because at least his music didn't suck, comparable to your lowness of Zevon hero worship, that is. The last and final insult which overstepped the line for me is Zevon's four-eyed face on the jacket of Breaking Wind. This cancer-afflicted suicide is blatantly plotting to capitalize on feloniously easy, subdued, weak sympathy from liberals!!!! Zevon accomplishes this by scornfully plastering his soon-to-be-deceased, cancerously tumorous prison mugshot on the sleeve.