Karen Dalton
1966
Delmore R.S.
/
2014
LP (color)
33.99
DELPCOL23
2021 remastered / recut edition on clear green vinyl with OBI strip, Tip-on jacket, with 4-page insert
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Tracklist
1Reason To Believe 2:24
2Katie Cruel 2:46
3Cotton Eyed Joe 3:11
4Green Rocky Road 3:22
5Don't Make Promises 2:19
6Other Side To This Life 3:45
7God Bless The Child 2:44
8Little Bit Of Rain 2:14
9While You're On Your Way 2:19
102 19 Train 4:08
11Misery Blues 1:17
12Mole In The Ground 3:30
13Shiloh Town 2:05
14Hallelujah 0:40

Karen Dalton was a remote, mercurial creature, a hybrid of tough and tender with an otherworldly voice that seemed to embody a time long past. As is often the case with such fragile beings, she instinctively understood that if she wanted to survive the harshness of the world around her, she would have to keep herself hidden. So it comes as no great surprise that she rarely sang in public or ventured into the unnatural setting of a recording studio. Only twice was she coaxed into formal studio settings, for 1969's It's So Hard To Tell Who's Going To Love You The Best and then again for 1971's In My Own Time. The rest of the time she made undocumented music at home, late nights sitting around with friends, singing songs until the sun came up.

In 1966, one of those exquisite evenings was captured by Carl Baron, who lugged his tape recorder to the cabin where Karen and Richard were living; the couple was practicing for an upcoming gig when Carl hit the "record" button. The result is this tape, now some 45-years old, carefully exhumed, documenting Karen, at her most pure, raw and unfiltered. On Karen Dalton - 1966 are Fred Neil and Tim Hardin songs we've never heard Karen give voice to before, as well as traditional numbers she uncannily makes her own, including a devastating version of her signature song ?Katie Cruel,? that is so raw and powerful, it is as if the ghost of Katie seeped into Karen's very blood and sinew.

In 1966, Karen Dalton, traded in the unrelenting 24-hour-intensity of NYC for a remote cabin in Summerville, Colorado with no running water and no actual address. Like her close friends Fred Neil and Tim Hardin, Karen was unable to handle New York for long stretches and periodically sought relief. In Summerville, the pressures of finding gigs and coming up with the rent were replaced by fresh air and horses to ride. Karen was as natural atop a steed as she was with a banjo in her hands. Her long hair blowing in the wind as she guided her horse, Mamacita, across the green plains, was an image as indelible as her dark voice on tape.