But for all the gold and platinum Nashville hides he could hang on his wall, Crowell always seemed, well, incongruous in that Grand Ol' environment. Maybe it's the fact that his name is Rodney, or that his handsome visage is almost preppie; jokesters claim he and Radney Foster rarely appeared in public together for fear they'd be mistaken for the Men's Doubles champions at the Martha's Vineyard Tennis and Regatta Club.
Still, it's interesting that Crowell has formed the Cicadas--a gem of an adult album alternative pop band whose self-titled Warner Brothers CD is a start-to-finish masterwork--and turned his back on Nashville proper. After all, for the last 20 years, mainstream country music has been as much about image and hype as the music--which most critics dismiss as dime-store pop songs trussed up in Hoss Cartwright hats and prop fiddles anyway.
But the pop found on The Cicadas is far more authentic and instinctively brilliant than anything being regurgitated on Music Row, as though the ghosts of Buddy Holly and Gram Parsons both smiled down on the sessions. By comparison, the Bryan Adams Xerox tunes one hears by Young Country artists Bryan White or Shania Twain are palpably shallow and nausea-inducing.
That Crowell grew up in Houston listening to the Beatles, Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, and Big Joe Turner alongside Hank Williams, probably says a great deal about his desire to transcend the rigid parameters of contemporary country music.
"The idea of the Cicadas was to make 'American music,'" Crowell explains by phone from Los Angeles. "We wanted to make adult, alternative rock music, and it was really important to me that the lyrics be of substance. So, hopefully, the audience for this music will be people who just love good songs."
Although Crowell could easily have pitched the idea of a solo AAA pop album to virtually any major label in the solar system--even in Nashville--he was tired of life as a commodity.
"I'd been a solo singer-songwriter-performer for so long that I just wanted to find a way to loosen it all up," Crowell explains. "Because the solo, Nashville kinda thing just holds no appeal for me anymore, and this does. I'll tell you what, it's a lot more fun to be in a gang."
It should be pointed out that Crowell casts no barbs toward Tennessee; he's simply a guy who knows what he wants and has both the track record and integrity to pull it off.
"Well, truthfully," he says, "the way country music is today, there's not a creative outlet for what I want to do. It's for me a backwards frontier. And to go into this new area and frame the music that I want to do and do it this way is really forward for me.
"It's not that I'm sour on country music; it is what it is, and it does me no good to pass judgment on the business of it or the artists or anything. But for me to move forward, just as an artist, I needed to go this way."
"This way," then, was for Crowell to immerse himself into the Cicadas: an actual, all-things-equal collection of old friends and touring partners that includes vocalist-drummer Vince Santoro, bassist Michael Rhodes, and multi-instrumentalist-co-producer Steuart Smith.
Crowell says, "Actually, all the guys who are in the Cicadas are guys I've played with for 10 years-plus. So it occurred to me that the way to loosen the whole thing was just to join the gang and stop being 'the guy.'"
If it seems less than fresh for Crowell to surround himself with the very folks who've been his touring band and studio players for the past decade, one listen to The Cicadas reveals what a true group effort the whole thing is. Santoro shares lead vocalist duties throughout the record (his unison wails with Crowell on "Tobacco Road," the old John D. Loudermilk standard, will surely leave listeners staring in doltish amazement); Smith co-produced the album; and Crowell, who normally composes all his own material, takes on a variety of writing partners.
"This record is a collaboration across the board," Crowell says. "And by that I don't just mean the songwriting. There is that, certainly, but the arranging, the vocals between me and Vince, the feel throughout--it's all a band thing."