My Heart
It has become common to dismiss contemporary Nashville country as suburban lite rock aimed at middle-aged housewives. And now we have Lorrie Morgan's 10th record, a set where that aim is most overt. On the opening "The Things We Do," she laments a life filled with pressed shirts, brushed teeth, mowed yards, and wound watches, and instead she hopes to "kiss some guy that I don't know ... parasail and learn to fly." On the title track, she complains that her life needs "a lot less charge account and more Wile E. Coyote" before she blasts both Diet Coke and remote control. On "Maybe Not Tonight," her duet withSammy Kershaw, she is hurt by a man who never says "I love you" and just sits behind his paper, but she hasn't the nerve to leave because he's "still the only one." Attention Mrs. Jones of Overland Park, Kansas: put the kids to bed and draw a bath--your album is waiting.--Marc Greilsamer