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This description would be deadly pretentious, if it weren't dead-on--and if the precocious Oberst--a 22-year-old college dropout based in unassuming Omaha, Nebraska--didn't have the intelligence and chops to pull off his ambitions. But Lifted is as deep and considered in its best moments as such vast themes deserve.
Take "Bowl of Oranges," the album's sprightly sixth track; its delicately orchestrated folk-pop mirrors the lyrics' immaculately crafted simplicity, such that the occasional, say, Nietzschean sentiment about forging a creative path out of despair catches you off guard when Oberst's reedy voice throws it at you ("And when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself/It's best to compose a poem"). Likewise, when he sneaks probably the most profound use of metaphorical language this side of "I am the egg man" into the song in much the same way he sneaks choruses into verses: "But if the world could remain within a frame/Like a painting on a wall/Then I think we'd see the beauty/And we'd stand staring in awe/At our still lives posed/Like a bowl of oranges."
Pretty serious stuff for a guy who, at least until recently, was still living with his parents. And he gets an A+ for enjambment. But then, Conor Oberst has always been indie rock's gifted child. He cut his first songs on his dad's four-track while he was still in junior high, and by age 14 was fronting Commander Venus and forming Saddle Creek Records with his bandmates. Now, it may be true that thousands upon thousands of adolescent wannabe rock stars get bands together, but Commander Venus, like, toured. And put out two records--one of which the band did not even have to self-release.
Can it be any coincidence, then, that Oberst was born shortly after the publication of Alice Miller's "groundbreaking" Drama of the Gifted Child? One doubts the ability of a child with narcissistic parents to release five (and a half) critically acclaimed albums in as many years, which Oberst has done since Commander Venus split up in 1997 and he started to record as Bright Eyes (with the help of a rotating cast of characters). Oh, and add to that total two EPs, as well as one warmly received side project in Desaparecidos, whose debut, Read Music/Speak Spanish, came out earlier this year. "Prodigious" hardly does justice.
(It must also be noted that Oberst's one-time Commander Venus bandmates went on to head up the bands Cursive (Tim Kasher) and The Faint (Matt Bowen), while Robb Nansel has turned Saddle Creek into the indie label of the new millennium, releasing albums by--among others--Bright Eyes, Cursive and The Faint. So it could also be something in the water in Omaha.)
Perhaps it was only to be expected that once he reached legal drinking age Oberst would return to the Bright Eyes mantle and make the best record of his young career. Lifted stands out not only as his most mature work, but also as one of the best albums released in a year already littered with plenty of great records. As Oberst notes, he's "spent a lot of time writing about, y'know, internal dilemmas, relationships, really personal shit," so much so that he was becoming as infamous for his quasi-confessional balladry as for his melodic, ramshackle sound. And though Lifted is replete with songs about one-night stands, girlfriend nostalgia, family foibles and artistic self-doubt--pretty much staples of the Oberst oeuvre--he's finally crossed the line between self-reflection for its own sake and broader forms of meditation.
"I was aiming for something more universal this time around," he says. "I mean, there's a balance--I don't think anyone who writes anything can help writing about themselves. But, like, I think this was the first time it really occurred to me that other people would be listening to these songs, and I wanted them to find something there...something hopeful?"
That questioning intonation at the end of Oberst's sentence takes on added resonance when he acknowledges that Lifted was very much influenced by the events of 9/11. That presence can be felt directly, in lyrics such as "It's a shocking bit of footage/Viewed from a shitty TV screen," from "Method Acting," a song driven by a martial beat that ends in a series of tortured yelps. (A vocal method Oberst has all but perfected, if not patented.) "It's going on and on and on and on..." But it can be felt elsewhere, too.
"Well, for me, the whole album is marked by this...feeling," Oberst adds. "Like, shit, life is short, you've got to make the most of it. God, that sounds trite--it's just, I think that like everyone else in the country, I felt completely changed when it happened. It changed my perspective, and that's not something you forget..." Oberst trails off. "Oh, fuck, you know, for some reason I can write songs, but I can't ever fucking articulate myself when I have to talk about them. Can we talk about drums or something?"