Album Review: Texas Memories by Steve Logan
If you’re into country music with a sprinkle of folk charm, then Texas Memories by Steve Logan might just hit the spot. Released in 1989 under the UK label $ilver Dollar, this album feels like sitting on a porch somewhere far away from the hustle and bustle—just you, your thoughts, and some good ol’ storytelling tunes.
Let’s talk tracks for a sec. The title track, “Texas Memories,” is one that sticks with me. It’s got this warm, nostalgic vibe that makes you wanna grab a cold drink and reminisce about places you’ve never even been to. Logan’s voice has this easygoing grit to it, like he’s lived every word he’s singing. You can almost picture dusty Texas plains and sunsets stretching forever. Honestly, it’s the kind of song that sneaks up on you when you least expect it, playing in your head while you’re stuck in traffic or folding laundry.
Another standout is “A Little At A Time.” This one’s catchy as heck, with lyrics that feel relatable without trying too hard. It’s about taking life slow and steady, which, let’s face it, is advice most of us need more often than not. The melody is simple but effective, sticking to your brain like gum under a chair. Plus, there’s something comforting about its laid-back rhythm—it’s like an old friend who doesn’t mind if you haven’t called in months.
The rest of the album keeps things pretty consistent, with songs like “Caldwell County Line” and “Rodeo Romeo” adding their own little twists to the mix. There’s nothing flashy here, no big experimental moments, just honest-to-goodness country tunes that sound like they were made for small-town radio stations.
What I love most about Texas Memories is how unpretentious it feels. Steve Logan isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel; he’s just sharing stories and emotions in a way that feels real. And yeah, sure, it’s from 1989, but that only adds to its charm. Listening to it now feels like finding an old vinyl record at a garage sale—you know it’s been around awhile, but once you give it a spin, you realize why it’s still worth holding onto.
Here’s the kicker though: after listening to this album, I kinda wish I could sit down with Steve Logan over a cup of coffee (or maybe something stronger) and ask him where all these memories came from. Did he really ride along the Caldwell County Line? Or was it all just vivid imagination? Either way, he made me believe it, and sometimes, that’s all that matters.
So go ahead, take a trip back to 1989 with Texas Memories. Just don’t blame me if you start daydreaming about bayous and rodeos.
