The problem with the new Emmylou Harris record...

...is that song by song, it keeps shuffling along in the same tempo, meaning what you're left with is no more varied than expressions of melancholy and/or gloom. The signs have been there ever since Wrecking Ball, but this time it makes me wonder if dear Emmylou is bereft of any hope and fighting spirit, let alone any emotion more positive than said melancholy. I, for one, will not succumb to such resignation. In the words of the Minutemen: "I live sweat, but I dream light years".