LIKE A COMIC who has been on late-night TV too often and has to resort to jokes about air travel and hotels, when a singer-songwriter starts writing songs about writing songs, his time is usually up.
Then there’s John Fullbright, who impishly calls his second solo outing just Songs. “When the rhymes don’t apply to anything,” he writes with a shrug, “you write a song about a song.”
He’s being disingenuous. Like the famous comedian who’s TV show was supposedly about nothing, the former Turnpike Troubadour isn’t a flippant writer. The girl in She Knows knows a thing or two about his softer side and isn’t fooled; after Songs, neither will we. Cue applause.