The
Fantastic Voyage Of A Starsailor
Max
Bell: Looking
Back - Part Three
One
time when they were working the Avery Fisher Hall in Lincoln
Center, they needed some lighting designed, and called upon
one Joe Stevens now NMEs New York photog
to do the honors. The ace lensman was a well-respected figure
in other fields back in 69 hed road-managed
for Miriam Makeba and The Lovin Spoonful so ties
were quickly secured. (Buckley returned the favor by processing
for Joe in his darkroom.)
Prior
to the Lincoln show, Joe recalls, Buckley had been ill in
bed for some time with a bad cold but had refused all medicaments
save the inevitable quart of Jack Daniels Black. The day before
the headliner Tim is to be found crashed out in Bears
studio (Hole Hog Productions) on 6th Ave., sprawled senseless
across a kilo sack of finest Columbian pot (a drug he abhorred).
On the big day, when soundcheck call came, Buckley had vanished
altogether but was eventually found with a laundry bag headed
for the wash-a-teria. This was supposed to be a major star,
about to play an important gig, and he was doing his laundry!
Another good friend from this period, John King, had a secluded
farm in the upstate New York where Timmy and co. were often
to be found screwing other chicks from nearby Bard College,
picking guitar and getting outside plenty of Tennessees
finest sour mash whisky.
Musically Buckleys
prolific output was tinged with a reflective, wistful accentuation.
Blue Afternoon attempts to do for the voice what
Miles Davis was doing with the trumpet in his late-50s
melodic hat. The singer is able to stretch half-tones and
harmonic crescendo over entire verses. Again the lyrics are
all his; and again the details, erotic bluesy exhortations
to the fair sex, are secondary to the style. On The
Train or Blue Melody, the entire band is
moving across unknown edges, sparking off each other in the
heat of creation. The sound is entirely live and acoustically
powerful, heady natural noises.
Blue
Afternoon was Buckleys first release on Straight.
He knew Elektra was folding, losing its identity along with
the spectrum of classic 60s music that was being absorbed
into big business. Buckley bitterly regretted the phasing
out of the label. As he remarked You werent afraid
to buy an album from Jac Holzman.
Buckleys
first 1970 album was dedicated to the murdered Spanish poet
Frederico Garcia Lorca and it shared his fascination
with baroque mannerism. Tims pipes twist and meander
across plateaus of basso warbling and shattering, pitch perfect
dynamics. Lorca finally sealed Buckleys
talents; he was beyond limits, the only competition in a field
of one. Anonymous Proposition and Nobody
Walkin bear a closer resemblance to the tonal directions
of Coltranes quartet or the silent screaming of Albert
Ayler than to the more usual comparison points of the Mothers
and Beefheart.
On
Starsailor Buckley and Beckett are writing together
again for the first time since Goodbye and Hello.
In the interim Beckett had failed to find a publisher for
this eighty-page epic tribute o the seventeenth century American
religious essayist Paul Bunyan; the experience seems to have
matured him considerably.
Whatever
the reason for the reunion, Starsailor was/is
as far off the rock wall as its possible to get. For
the first time Buckley incorporates reeds into the ensemble,
in the guise of Mothers brothers Buzz and Bunk Gardner who
contribute trumpet, flugelhorn, alto flute and tenor sax through
Buckley frequently outstrips and eclipses their magnificent
blowing with a series of the most outrageous yelps, squeals
and body-shaking scat singing ever committed to vinyl.
And
unlike Annette Peacocks Im The One
in some ways a comparable record Buckley doesnt
resort to electronic treatment to obtain his effects. The
Starsailor band toured America in 1970; Buckley
often spent entire shows barking at the audience while the
Gardners improvised fractured scales for him to soar above
Lee Underwood had broadened his contributions to include electric
piano and pipe organ, the traditional guitar chording of Buckleys
earlier numbers had become rapidly outmoded. Underwood was
partially responsible for the change. After playing with Buckley
on seven albums the guitarist quit professional music to take
up jazz writing on Down Beat magazine. His article Chronicle
of a Starsailor remains the definitive insight into the singers
art and influences.
Before
Lorca Underwood had introduced Buckley to the
talents of Cathy Berberian singing Berio to electronic backings.
Buckley won no new friends with Lorca but always
rated it above Blue Afternoon; contractual obligations
interrupted his creative flow and he was itching to escape
from the boundaries of the medium.
In
rock when somebody hits a wrong note, they dont know
what to do with it. Rock music is so over-rehearsed
Ive seen Roland Kirk make a mistake and integrate it,
elevate the music.
Whole
choirs of distortion battle out the melodies with the back-line,
but there is nothing po-faced about it. On Jungle Fire,
he singer ascends through a ludicrous Tarzan yodel into a
crushingly frenetic assault on the senses that gives new meaning
to the cliché it has to be heard to be believed.
The
title track indicated that Buckley wasnt glossing his
newfound interest in the electronic work of Stockhausen and
the free jazz model onomatopoeia of Eric Dolphy and Albert
Ayler. The number travels through outposts of solar activity
and comes to rest as The Healing Festival, where
Buckley breaks with his folk-hippy roots for good. Moulin
Rouge and Down by the Borderline are asides
to the ball-busting phonetic strangulation, the former a street
café croon to some Parisian belle dame, the latter
the albums one indication of a straighter search for
soul which would be continued on Greetings From L.A
Starsailor is the kind of accomplishment that
takes years rather than months to appreciate, and for Buckley
the effort of backing it up on a stage that became too much.
During recording, Buckley was at an emotional and physical
peak. He had re-married, to his fantasy woman, Judy, and moved
into a house on Laguna Beach. Tim and Judy (who he nicknamed
Madam Wu) spent hours by the sea listening to
Penderecki, Satie, Oliver Messiaen and always the great jazz
horn players a consuming passion.
When
Starsailor was finished and had been generally
slaughtered by the press, rejected by the fans, Buckley could
still hold his head up proud and insist that I came
as close to Coltrane as anyone has ever done. I even started
singing in foreign languages Swahili for instance
just because it sounded better.
Discouraged at the albums poor sales, frustrated and
alienated by the 70s crop of volume-orientated blues
crucifiers, he lay low in Venice with his family, drove a
cab in Los Angeles and even took up employment as Sly Stones
chauffeur for a while. He found it futile trying to get any
work on the old circuits. His deal with Straight was over
and only small, out of the way clubs accepted independent
bookings.
The
singer was desperate to tour with his band: John Balkin, the
bassist who had become a mentor, Maury Baker, the timpanist,
trombonist Glen Ferris, and ten-string electric stick (!)
specialist Emmett Chapman. It was impossible to pay their
wages; Buckley was a financial has-been and would never recover
his initial market.
In
an interview he gave to the Changes periodical in 1969, he
reacted to the status of the musician who is governed by the
age-old relationship of the artist and the patron. The papers
said hed sold out
..You are the same people
who, when Monet or Modigliani were starving for 40 years and
finally sold a painting, you said they sold out
I live
in a hundred dollar a month house in Venice, California, and
I dont need anything. You could take away all the money
from me, and I could make it anyway. I did it before, and
I can do it again. All Im paying for is airplanes.
He
also enrolled in the Music Department of UCLA, where he studied
the ethnic origins Japanese and Balinese music, lectured occasionally,
and started writing two film scripts one a comedy,
the other called Fully Air-Conditioned Inside, a work influenced
by futurist Buckminster Fuller. This script was eventually
turned into an unpublished book; a kind of Fear
and Loathing in Dallas was how he described it.
Buckley explained himself to Rock magazine in 1972.
See
I was spawned into singing through Nat King Cole
and John Coltrane. It was a logical progression when youre
learning
.everything matters. Im still learning
now. My peers dont matter to me as far as my learning
process goes
.I have no affinity with it at all
.Im
not trying to be abstract, but its like Im on
standby most of the time.
When
Buckley wasnt waiting to be called he acted some, appearing
in a professional productions of Edward Albees Zoo Story
and Jean-Paul Sartres No Exit in the same small theatre
group in L.A. that Doors guitarist Robbie Krieger worked for.
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