![]() ![]() I haven’t picked Reeder at random from the deep pool of heartfelt, if off-kilter, singer-songwriters. But a Reeder album contains rewards that can only be imagined by the Blake Lewises (runner-up, season six) and Jason Castros (fourth place, season seven) of the world. ![]() He won’t even be mentioned in the “American Idol” roundup that Sasha Frere-Jones and I will post tomorrow. Reeder would never win “American Idol.” He wouldn’t get a golden ticket, and if he did, he’d most likely turn it over and scribble lyrics that would immediately get him kicked off the show. On the strength of those two records, Reeder earned a reputation as one of the foremost outsider artists in modern folk: he wrote aggressively primitive songs about fundamental issues like sex and food, some with barely any lyrics sang them in an odd multi-tracked fashion that concealed the limits of his vocals and played the backing music on instruments he built himself. Prine released them on his Oh Boy label in 2003, and Reeder followed with a second album, “Sweetheart,” in 2006. Reeder, who was born in Louisiana in 1954, was working as a painter in Germany when the demos that would become his eponymous début found their way into the hands of John Prine. But before returning to comment on that yearly carnival of atrocious (and then, eventually, expert) singing, a word about Dan Reeder. Tonight, “American Idol” kicks off its ninth season.
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