Steve Forbert: The American in Me (Geffen)
Jon Young, Musician, March 1992
HE HAS seen the best minds of his generation, ripped by recession and crunched by credit rates, run screaming from the country club of life. Now, Steve Forbert — the bard of the bourgeoisie, the mahatma of the middle class — asks the musical question, "Where have all the good times gone?" Obviously, those who pegged little Stevie as just another sensitive troubadour didn't know him too well. The American in Me tells a saga of suburban angst, not the tortured teen fodder of Metallica, but the less-celebrated mom-'n'-dad variety. Imagine Updike or Cheever set to a solid beat, minus the heavier insights.
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