Steve Earle entered the '90s with a monkey on his back and left them with a tiger by the tail. Where 1990 found him engaging in his own slow, illegal, lethal injections (to the tune of $500 to $800 a day), he now rails against those who would do the same thing legally and more quickly to others. The decade that opened with him singing with blatant desperation, borne aloft solely by a crumbling bravado, ended with him finding at last some words of solace: "I find that for me, for now, transcendence is about being still enough long enough to know when it's... More >>>