Tom Freund – The Edge of Venice

January 01, 1970

(Surf Road)


It’s a rough world out there, what with the whiplash ride on
Wall Street, our quibbling politicians, unemployment still at an alarming high,
and chaos ensuing overseas. And damn, if it ain’t tough enough for your average
singer/songwriter who’s attempting to get some leg up on the competition. Ask
Tom Freund for example. One of America’s most satisfying songsmiths, he
establishes a consistently high bar, with a knack for quality control that
ought to make him the envy of everyone else out there. And yet, here he is,
struggling for attention while going about his business and hoping those
unaware will finally take notice.


Freund’s latest, the genial and unassuming The Edge of Venice, is yet another
reason to hold out for that possibility. Whether it succeeds or not in that
regard remains to be seen, but if patience and prowess have anything to do with
it, it ought to pass the test. Freund doesn’t necessarily expand any parameters
– his homespun narratives are very much of the traditional troubadour style —
but then again, he really has no need to. It’s enough to hear him cobbling
together these nine songs drawn from everyday intents and littered with
tattered observations and remorseful confession. Whether it’s the worrisome and
suspiciously sacrosanct “Cruel Cruel World” (“Bloody Mary’s aren’t very
bloody/That’s not what Mary said/She had a boy named Jesus/Without getting out
of bed…”), an apologetic ode like “Lonesome,” or the air of uncertainty that
fuels “Fire Trucks,” Freund manages to strike a precarious balance between
assurance and uncertainty. If nothing else, The
Edge of Venice
offers more reason for reflection and ample cause for

DOWNLOAD: “Cruel Cruel World,”
“Lonesome,” “Fire Trucks” LEE ZIMMERMAN

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