Earl J. Rivard “Underground Railroad”
Earl J. Rivard employs a striking analogy to introduce his latest CD, Underground Railroad. This disc’s title track draws a shocking parallel between the Underground Railroad, which was created to free black slaves during America’s shameful racist past, with the way current Mexican immigrants are being mistreated by the U.S. government. Rivard pulls no punches and sings biting words to make his point. “The time has come to say it loud/We have lost our fucking minds”. It’s the sort of righteous anger one might expect to hear from Stevie Wonder, albeit, probably without the profanity. Rivard is mad as hell, and he’s not going to take it anymore.
With that said, this is the only truly politically-charged track on the CD. Elsewhere, Rivard is a hopeless, yet literate and intelligent, romantic. The very moment after he gets the vitriol out of his system with “Underground Railroad”, he is gushing about finding true love. It’s the perfect transitional link to an album of mostly love songs too, as it begins. “Outside it is snowing/But you and I are glowing”. The cold weather is, perhaps, analogous to the chilly race relations confronted with “Underground Railroad”, whereas Rivard’s statement about creating a romantic glow proves that, even though the world is going wrong in many ways, love still survives.
In fact, Rivard utilizes many weather-related lyrical devices to express his perspective throughout this project. “Coldest Place” speaks of a love, much like an extinguished fire, that is cold and no longer burning. In contrast, “The Sun Finally Rose” compares the illumination of a new love relationship to the rising of the sun. “When you walked into my life/The sun finally rose”.
One song in particular directly references Rivard’s role as a songwriter. “Unfinished Songs” is about just what its title suggests: unfinished songs. One imagines that for every great song a songwriter creates, there are many others that never reach completion, let alone wind up on a CD. What makes this track stand out most of all is its ending. The last line reads, “Of this ragged and rusted collection of unfinished…”. Get it? You’re expecting to hear the word “songs” at the end of that line, but, like a lot of his aborted musical creations, this line remains unfinished. Although it is aurally abrupt, this tactic is effective and perfectly makes Rivard’s point.
Rivard also includes a fine character study among these twelve new recordings. “Nobody Knows” tells the story of a lonely woman, who is described as being “wounded in childhood” and a “motherless wanderer.” It’s difficult to decipher if this is one woman in particular or a composite of a few pitiful lives. That point doesn’t really matter, however, because Rivard’s words describe a person we’ve all known at one time or another. This is a restless person, one who keeps moving in hopes of finding a home. “Flying and fleeing wherever the chilly wind blows,” the lyrics state, and one can just picture, perhaps, a homeless lady in search of a better life. Or it could just be a teenager that doesn’t feel loved at home, as is suggested by the following line: “Up in her bedroom the gray dust is gathering”. It all adds up to an empathetic song about someone who is tragically unloved.
Rivard is a multi-instrumentalist (playing various guitars and percussion instruments), as well as being bilingual and singing a few of these tracks in Spanish. At times, he sounds like the aforementioned Stevie Wonder. At other moments he may remind you of Santana. In every style he inhabits, however, Rivard comes off sincerely passionate. The listener is left with the impression that Rivard takes everything seriously, and to heart. He doesn’t write songs just to be clever, that’s for sure. Rather, the songs from his pen begin first with his heart. If it was Rivard’s goal to express his heart through this music, he succeeded thoroughly.
Review by Dan MacIntosh

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