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Usually albums that claim to be about "regular life" aren't. Not my regular life, anyway. Whose existence is really made up of deep epiphanies and long chains of tragically failed relationships? There are bills to pay and family to see, chores to do and a whole world of fairly steady relationships to enjoy.
Alex Peterson obviously makes his home in the same fiberboard housing as the rest of us unglamorous souls, and he finds plenty of adventure there. His double album Mexican Dog is full of the low drama and fine souls that can be met in any of the slower paths through life.