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Cale performs songs that jump from almost-true covers (Chuck Berry's "Memphis") to Henrik Ibsen heroines ("Hedda Gabler") and historical musings ("Paris 1919," "Jack the Ripper"); long before Jason, he appropriated the anonymous menace of the hockey mask (the cover of 1977's Guts) and the militaristic trappings of global conspiracy. Although his output in the '80s was uneven, there was always a gem or two buried in the sometimes-unrealized ambition.
With 1994's Last Day on Earth, a more stable creative persona emerged, sort of a classically trained pre-apocalyptic cabaret entertainer. That's the guy you get when you go see him nowadays, but he can still pull out all the old characters: the paranoid ("Fear is a Man's Best Friend"), the parodist ("Pablo Picasso"), or the oddly distanced sentimentalist ("Child's Christmas in Wales"). Look for these appearances to be scattered among songs from his 1996 release Walking on Locusts, an album of more accessible, pop-structured songs. For Cale, at least.
--Matt Weitz
John Cale plays Fort Worth's Caravan of Dreams Friday, March 7, and the Argo in Denton Sunday, March 9.