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Today on Ecléctico you're listening to American musician Steve Wynn and a top-shelf band he started performing with in the early 2000s called The Miracle 3. This song comes from the third album of his Desert Trilogy (all three albums were recorded in Tucson, Arizona). It's also part of a very solid and prolific era for him, part of a life in music that started in the early 80s with The Dream Syndicate. You'll go deeper with an excerpt from Steve Wynn himself writing about the album this song is on,...tick...tick...tick, on his website.
"Freak Star" by Steve Wynn & The Miracle 3
2006 | Musician, singer, and songwriter from Los Angeles, now based in New York City
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"Why don't we just go back to Tucson," I asked.
Now, Tucson was where we had made our last couple of albums. And those records--"Here Come the Miracles" and "Static Transmission" respectively--had kicked up a bit of a fuss. They were seen as my--oh, I dunno--fifth or sixth comeback, resuscitation from the dead since I made "The Days of Wine and Roses" with my old band the Dream Syndicate back in 1982. There was gold in them thar hills and I wanted to go back and dig for more. I liked the idea of putting an exclamation point on what would turn out to be some kind of Desert Trilogy.
But if Miracles was cocky, sprawling and swaggering and "Static" was moody, nervous and dangerous, I wanted this one to push the boundaries in a different direction. I wanted this album to be one that separate the wheat from the chaff, the men from the boys, the faint of heart from their wallets. I wanted to go back into the desert and battle the blinding heat with the dizzying neon glare that we would bring from New York. The Arizona haze short-circuited by the frenzy of a New York minute. Louder, harder, sicker, freakier, more hopped up on goofballs than what we had done before. I wanted this record in a way that, well in a way that we had been doing on various stages for the previous few years.
And that was that. Ten days in Tucson just like the last few times. And we got what we wanted--a direct translation of the sounds and heat and chemistry and tension and occasional release that four people can reach when they've shared vans, stages, hotels, thoughts and memories for four years. This record was US. This was OUR MUSIC. This is the Miracle 3.