Other Ways of Speaking was recorded all over the world – from Austin, TX to Sydney, Australia to Baja, Mexico to Los Angeles and New York – and contains 14 tracks including “Afraid”, “Inside Her Eyes” and a duet with the Pretenders’ Chrissie Hynde, “Never Be Alone Again,” which you can hear in Real or Windows Media.
Though the band’s last album was just okay, I must say I am impressed with the “Never Be Alone” duet. First, it’s a dramatic lyrical departure from Crowe’s singing persona of the last album: “gotta move on, babe, it was fun but I can’t be tied down ’cause I’m a rambling kind of scruffy, wound-up-real-tight international movie star singer-songwriter, so love it or shove it.”
Now his (improving) world-weary, manly wavering baritone takes no small satisfaction in finding the right one – “it’s meant to be” – and seems pleased that he will “never be alone again.” The song has a nice, driving folk-rock feel, a memorable chorus, and it never hurts to have Chrissie Hynde on hand, she of the still-gorgeous rock ‘n’ roll voice, a fist in a velvet glove.
Oh yeah, and coincidentally or not vis-a-vis his new singing persona – I’m guessing not – Crowe got married to longtime flame Danielle Spencer this week as well, on his birthday no less, his 39th. Middle-age knocks on the door regardless of our station in life and it appears Russell has answered:
The romantic sunset wedding at the Oscar-winner’s 800-acre ranch in New South Wales, Australia, was straight out of a Hollywood movie.
It began as a black Mercedes limo, flanked by three Harley-Davidsons, rolled up to a small chapel on the estate and a beaming Spencer, 32, emerged to cheers in a stunning white Giorgio Armani gown and veil. Inside, she joined the “Gladiator” star, who wore a crisp, black tuxedo, and the couple walked to the altar before 80 guests.
Bishop Philip Huggins conducted what he called a “simple ceremony” in which the bride and groom exchanged “normal vows of love and admiration for one another.”
The newlyweds and their guests then partied into the wee hours of the night, eating, boozing and dancing under a tent [NY Post]