Who's gonna chuck one of rock's MVPs (Faces, Stones, Jeff Beck Group) outta bed for eating crackers? Music bearing Wood's brand has been a window into all-nighters with the major talents he calls friends. Shining moments are nice surprises: you could say I've Got My Own Album to Do has more staying power than contemporary Stones effort It's Only Rock 'n' Roll.
I was excited by the prospect of an album featuring Faces keyboardist Ian McLagan, soul vocalist Bobby Womack, and veteran bam-bam Jim Keltner. Flea, Slash, Billy Gibbons, Bob Rock, and Ivan Neville fold into the blend with the self-effacing professionalism for which Wood could pen a guidebook. But the best hope for standouts like the Dire Straits-ish "Thing About You" and soulful "Tell Me Something" is landing in classic-rock/drive-time-for-Baby-Boomers mixes (ouch). The ouch stings less when it dawns that the same comment holds for most of Wood's solo work. Yeah, I'm kind of depressed that feel-good reggae workout "Sweetness My Weakness" could have been pumped out by the Heptones in the '70s. "Spoonful" doesn't even try for Willie Dixon's pregnant pauses, instead wallowing on a laidback funk/soul path. (On the other hand, only Wood would have the chutzpah and self-knowledge to do this.) "Catch You" is almost alluring enough to redeem the whole deal — Wood has always had a penchant for the smokin' soul he welded with the Faces. At heart, he's an unabashed romantic.
Who's gonna chuck one of rock's MVPs (Faces, Stones, Jeff Beck Group) outta bed for eating crackers? Music bearing Wood's brand has been a window into all-nighters with the major talents he calls friends. Shining moments are nice surprises: you could say I've Got My Own Album to Do has more staying power than contemporary Stones effort It's Only Rock 'n' Roll.
I was excited by the prospect of an album featuring Faces keyboardist Ian McLagan, soul vocalist Bobby Womack, and veteran bam-bam Jim Keltner. Flea, Slash, Billy Gibbons, Bob Rock, and Ivan Neville fold into the blend with the self-effacing professionalism for which Wood could pen a guidebook. But the best hope for standouts like the Dire Straits-ish "Thing About You" and soulful "Tell Me Something" is landing in classic-rock/drive-time-for-Baby-Boomers mixes (ouch). The ouch stings less when it dawns that the same comment holds for most of Wood's solo work. Yeah, I'm kind of depressed that feel-good reggae workout "Sweetness My Weakness" could have been pumped out by the Heptones in the '70s. "Spoonful" doesn't even try for Willie Dixon's pregnant pauses, instead wallowing on a laidback funk/soul path. (On the other hand, only Wood would have the chutzpah and self-knowledge to do this.) "Catch You" is almost alluring enough to redeem the whole deal — Wood has always had a penchant for the smokin' soul he welded with the Faces. At heart, he's an unabashed romantic.