Al Deal’s Wishing Well: Lou Waxman on Maine’s Greatest Outsider Rock Star

As a child Lou threw pennies and nickels into the small pools in the local mall and made wishes, from his youth Al Deal drank thousands of cases of beer and redeemed the empties to make Wishing Well.

 

After the release of Tang Ice Cream Cone all Al Deal fans hoped for a follow-up. We were wishing well.

 

Wishing Well is what it is, suggesting Bill Clinton deposed on the is of jizz.  Al Deal staining the grey flannel suit.  Or a birthday suit.  Al Deal proves the emperor has no clothes.

 

There is nothing you can say about Al Deal. What can you say about Al Deal. Everything about Al Deal has been talked to death. Lou loves to spread the word of Al Deal.

 

Al Deal as outsider artist is proof that there is no outside in a world of mass mediated global capitalism.  Once you put an LP up for sale the work is an inside job.

 

Al is the surreal deal.  Wishing Well is what you get when you cross a sewing machine with an umbrella upon a turntable.

 

Al reminds one of AI.  And serves as a reminder of the horizons of artificial intelligence. The work of Al Deal is the definition of the human because Al Deal is out of his mind.

 

Wishing Well should be put on a golden record to be shot into inner space for a rocket than is going into your anus.

 

Al Deal’s second album is what happens when you make your wishes upon a rock star. 

 

Wishing Well is what happens when a dream comes.

 

The booklet of pictures of Al Deal should not be cut out and hung in the bedroom of teenagers but pinned up in escape rooms preferably the one in Saw.

 

Wishing Well is a series of tracks that is being played on the listener.

 

Wishing Well is the music of the beers.

 

If Al Deal didn’t exist we would have to invent him, he is a true gift in that we present him.  His talent lies in the fact that against all odds nothing can prevent him.

 

Al Deal is a Solo cup singer.

 

You can find Al Deal busking at the intersection of the Highway to Hell, the Road to Excess, the Road to Nowhere, and Street With No Name.  

 

When Al deals on a crappy turntable, it’s joker’s wild.

 

Wishing Well is not an album you can deal with.  You do not negotiate with it.  You just drop the needle and submit.

 

Wishing Well is the result of a rock star’s brilliance.  It is light years beyond the current scene. 

 

A review of the music of Al Deal would have to be written by Nostradamus not Jon Landau.

 

Listening to Wishing Well is not like dropping acid, it is like dropping trou in Times Square while the ball drops.

 

Al Deal is a freak of Natural Light.

 

Wishing Well is DIY and LOL.  Listen to it ASAP.

 

Wishing Well is what you get when you wish upon a rock star.  Makes no difference who you are.  No lie.  It is the soundtrack to a Pinocchio porn parody. 

 

Wishing Well is head music from someone out of his mind.  Mind you the music of Al Deal is seriously fun.  It is better than Nevermind.

 

The DIY of Al Deal is an artist minding his own business and working overtime. 

 

If Al Deal is camp then it is the soundtrack to Meatballs.

 

Al Deal’s music is ironic. Wishing Well bears the influence of heavy metal. 

 

Al made a deal with the devil not at the crossroads but if the devil was Randy Rhoads on the road not taken.

 

In a world gone paperless, Al Deal shreds. 

 

Wishing Well has Frank Zappa rocking and rolling in his grave.

 

Fans wanted more Al Deal so Wishing Well is print by the man. 

 

The songs on Wishing Well are catchy.  Like Covid. Pandemic as pandemonium.  Al Deal deserves to go viral.  

 

Wishing Well spreads by word of mouth like a speech bubble in a Batman comic. Pow!  Boom!  Bang!

 

Wishing Well is the cherry on top of the Tang Ice Cream Cone.

 

Al Deal is the footnote in the Book of Love that explains that in the history of rock amateurs are not the less professional but the more truly passionate performers.

Stop Lou if you’ve heard all this before, but you have never heard anything like Al Deal