There's one thing Jim Schwall hasn't done over his 40-year musical career: record a solo acoustic album. Until now.
Recording engineer Buzz Kemper has captured the local guitarist in amazing detail. You can hear the richness of every string he strums and plucks.
Eleven of the 14 songs are original, and they're full of charm and humor. The title track bemoans the insults of aging and what it does to a guy's sexual ego. Schwall may not be much of a singer, but he talks his way through these lyrics with a folky style reminiscent of Lou and Peter Berryman.
Then there's the photo of a young Schwall on the inside of the CD. That's worth the price alone.