Martin Jack Rosenblum | Swamp River

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Swamp River

by Martin Jack Rosenblum

Brooding Blues about a world that does not add up.
Genre: Blues: Delta Style
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Second Hand Tune
5:21 $0.99
2. Snake River
2:30 $0.99
3. On The Spot
5:14 $0.99
4. Take No More
4:02 $0.99
5. Came Around
2:49 $0.99
6. Handful Of Fire
3:22 $0.99
7. Busted Stuff
8:14 $0.99
8. Just Fine
2:30 $0.99
9. House Detective
5:19 $0.99
10. Regulator
3:31 $0.99
11. Medicine Band (Every Which Way)
5:08 $0.99
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Album Notes
Dr. Martin Jack Rosenblum has released a solo CD, SWAMP RIVER, a brooding bluesy effort. Imagine a 21st-century Jewish Robert Johnson, musing with voice and fingertips over a dark psychic terrain of spells pronounced and broken, she-devils haunting deserts of the imagination and the sensation of being a marked man with nowhere to run. At other times SWAMP RIVER indulges in coupe d'ville fantasies of the open road and dreams of piracy on the high seas (set to filigreed fingerstyle guitar) with a deeply-felt sense for the importance of family--even for an outlaw. As always, Martin Jack's words are evocative and compelling, yet SWAMP RIVER is unusually dark and uncelebratory for him. It's an almost bitter rumination on tattered hopes and a world that no longer adds up.

Dave Luhrssen
Music Critic, Shepherd-Express



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LetAlone LIVE

This bleak, barren desert has swallowed me whole
You've Got To Shoot Low to make a record like this...There's A New Man In Town, with a Shoulder Holster and a New Blue Suit. These melodies waste no time in shutting up any and all background chatter, and demanding that we pay attention. With allusion to some of his other material, the everpresent Martin Jack has sprung a new spin upon a once-sleeping tradition. If ever a record stung and burned as the haunting moonscape develops its song, this is it.

Nowhere, man

If only the Moody Blues had been THIS moody

There is a program through which convicted criminals write positive messages on the backside of christmas card faces, and these inspired letters (non-explanatory apologia) are delivered to victims of similar crimes. Reconciliation is the name of the game, between fear and reality; dangerous men, eyes deep with sorrow, each earning new life by understanding his own past.

This dark, brooding record chronicles a journey around the dark side of the moon. The beauty of these songs is a timeless grace, the heavy patience (if sometimes tested) of an old soul. At any age, the audience can learn a lot by observing this demonstration of stories which are risky, but in the end teach us more than expected.


Dr. Martin Jack Rosenblum is looking just fine, stomping through "Swamp River", his most saturated blues playing yet on album. Lightnin' Hopkins lurks just below the ground on songs like "Second Hand Tune", and "On the Spot", but then turns out to become the victim of piracy by practice on "Take no more". This, in turn, sets the narrator down on a disturbing litany of worldly observations on "Busted Stuff", and a resigned psychotic episode called "House Detective".
Congratulations Dr. Rosenblum, this album is like Dostoyevsky in Americana color.


Dear Mr Rosenblum,
My name is Kat'lyn and my mommy and dad like you so much because we heard you play music.

P.S. how old are you?