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James Keelaghan’s soothing, resonant baritone and straightforward ballads about the small, timeless moments of everyday life have earned him comparison to Gordon Lightfoot and John Gorka. On his sixth solo album, Home, which follows the full-band sound of 1999’s Road, Keelaghan returns to his just-folk roots with spare acoustic instrumentation --mandolin, fiddle, 12-string, and pedal steel guitars -- and songs that hit the heart of homeland, seen through a historical, political, philosophical, and personal eye. Keelaghan chooses traditional and cover songs wisely: the cheerily trilling opener heralding spring’s return (David Francey’s “Red-Winged Blackbird”), the mournful tale of a poor young poacher packed off to an 1820s Tasmanian labor camp by imperious British landlords (“Henry’s Down Fall”), the haunting Irish poem-song to an everlasting love (“Flower of Magherally”), and the exquisite Native American-spirited invocation of the north country’s “land of the silver birch cry of the loon” (Ian Tamblyn’s “Woodsmoke and Oranges”). Originals include a whimsical ode to his blue-eyed canine companion (“Sinatra and I”), his innocent ten-year-old- paperboy’s look at Quebec separatist-terrorists’ kidnappings (“October 70”), a rueful cast on 1916’s expert rebuilding of the Canadian Parliament while the young apprentices are off at war (“Stonecutter”), a syncopated rant against the empty promises of empty-voiced politicians and media (“Nothing”), and two lilting paeans to the simple comforts of love and self-knowledge (“Sing My Heart Home” and “You Know Me”). Down-to-earth and familiar as a second skin, Home proves you can indeed go home again. --Janie Matthews Barnes & Noble