The
Fantastic Voyage Of A Starsailor
Max
Bell: Looking
Back - Part Four
Buckley
prepared for his comeback via his most accessible record to
date, the solid sexy funk of Greetings From L.A
The inside of this album depicts Buckley in sardonic pose
clutching a smog-mask in reference to the covers post-card
of L.A., where the city is seen covered in its customary blanket
of automobile exhaust. The singers new main-men were
strictly soulful black dudes like Marvin Gaye, Curtis Mayfield
and James Brown, and the resulting artifact is an exact counterpart
to Sex Machine and Lets Get It On,
a no-holds-barred fuck album dedicated to the girls who talk
in tongues and rattled the bed-springs of his misspent youth.
Greetings
from L.A is one of those rare rock albums that treats
the sexual act with respect and affection. Theres no
macho posturing or idle boasting and no lying; instead every
aspect of Buckleys desire is stripped open and exposed
from admissions of emotional inadequacy that turn into
triumph on Sweet Surrender, to details of seamier
rendezvous with hookers in Hong Kong Bar. Its
Buckleys first and last concept record, but as the concept
is sexuality it isnt too difficult to appreciate.
Nighthawkin
even tells the tale of one of Buckleys cab fares, some
old lush who leads him into the red light district
.outside
a brief reappearance from Carter Collins the personnel was
all change. No Lee Underwood, no acoustic bass its
all electric funk, expertly produced by War-man Jerry Goldstein
and highly flavored by the swirling smooth rhythms of Ed Greene,
Chuck Rainey, guitarist Joe Falsia and ex-Byrd Kevin Kelley
on keyboards.
Buckley
is still playing 12-string guitar but his singing has changed,
albeit slightly. In the same way that his voice broke
for Happy Sad, it now sounds rougher and older;
the range is intact but the edges arent quite so pure
and sweet. Along with Goodbye and Hello and Happy
Sad, this is the only Tim Buckley album still on catalogue
in the UK.
Buckley
didnt play in England again until June 1974 when he
appeared first on a bill before 1974 when he appeared first
on a bill before Alex Harvey, Van Morrison, The Doobie Brothers
and The Allman Brothers. His band for the date included a
reunion with bassist Jim Fielder, the old school buddy whod
gone on to relative fame and fortune with Buffalo Springfield,
Blood, Sweat and Tears and the ubiquitous Mothers. Lunchtime
at Knebworth a storming set to a few early arrivals
and die-hards.
The
guitarist was a guy with a gammy leg called Art Johnson, Buckleys
constant drinking companion on his last visit. Drummer Buddy
Helm and keyboard player Mark Tiernan were featured on Sefronia
(74), an album that in retrospect reeks of awful compromise
on Buckleys part. Lumbered with a staff producer called
Denny Randell, a whole raft of melodramatic strings and a
selection of material that often sounds like somebody elses
choice (probably Herb Cohens), the record is too close
to diluted product, too redolent of lesser talents cashing
in on Buckleys reputation.
It
is possible that by now Buckley was devoting more energy to
scriptwriting and acting than to his music. Both Stone
in Love and Honey Man could be Greetings
Outtakes, while the attempted tour-de-force title track Sefronia
After Asklepiades, After Kafka/Sefronia
The Kings Chain (written with Beckett) is divided
perversely and seems unfinished.
Buckley
fails to rescue Tom Waits (another Cohen charge) feeble
Martha and never has a chance on Denny Randells
god-awful I Know Id Recognize Your Face
where he duets with some broad called Marcia Waldorf who seems
to think shes advertising washing up liquid. Peanut
Man (by two rightly unknown wiseacres name of Freeman
and Nehls) is pure throwaway by Buckleys standards,
which leaves an admittedly gorgeous reading of Sally
Go Round The Roses and a version of Fred Neils classic
Dolphins
(Neil,
a near legendary figure on the Greenwich Village folk scene
back in the early 60s, is an interesting precursor to
Buckley. Both his languid phrasing and his style of guitar
playing are an obvious influence on the younger man, while
Neils subtle vocal modulations and facility with simple
contortions of language and metaphor must have appealed to
the tearaway kid looking out over midnight Manhattan for a
bag of his own.)
Tims
other originals, Quicksand and Because Of
You, do pull out some stops, nothing memorable but his
vocals make the nut and Joe Falsia stamps some authoritative
class into his solos, which keeps them danceable at least.
The critics were kind to Sefronia leastways if
they were old Buckley fans they were. Not so when Look
At The Fool was released late in 1974: for that one
even his most ardent admirers could be heard wringing and
washing their hands. Less committed folk chose this moment
to whet the nib on and laugh when the ink turned red. Who
was this Tim Buckley anyway? Just some washed-up loser juicer
on permanent heat.
Maybe
they felt threatened, because the fact is that Look
At The Fool is a good, not great, record that came slightly
too early to make its deserved impact. Buckleys
slinky scorched torch voice is burnt around the edges, he
sings in a gut-wrenching falsetto and seamless soprano more
than ever now, wackier than Al Green and more loaded than
Curtis but still, could he ever sing.
In
the afterglow of young Americans or Boz Scaggs
Silk Degrees its possible to groove on Look
At The Fool for what it is, a backstreet soul-food mess
of Buckleys blues. The man is trapped in the business
and feeling the pain of making a comeback (It has to
be a calculated comeback, he admitted. Its
not as passionate as it used to be) but the voice emerges
intact in spite of the busy arrangement and the insistence
on short songs. Here was one artist who was seldom at his
best within any three-minute format.
The
albums original title was to have been An American
Souvenir, an ironic choice partially influenced by a
record he had in the back of his mind, Van Dyke Parks
Rediscover America. The final title says something
about Buckleys state of mind then, a man who is finding
it hard to come to terms with his drinking problem and the
facts of the 70s rock and roll life. At Elektra Tim
Buckley was a star- on DiscReet he had become just another
male singer: file under popular.
Listen
to Aint It Peculiar or Down In The
Street and you hear is a man who is bemused rather than
bitter, listen to Freeway Blues and you hear the
frantic desperation of a man who wants to have a part but
no one turns up. Its hard to accept rejection but Buckley
still has standards: I never swallow that cheap booze/
I keep my distance from straight dudes.
He
has a Mexicali fetish that wont let go too, lots of
songs about getting lost and found in some red light district.
The companions of his youth are living the good life
or theyre dead
Jim Morrison had been one of Tims
more reliable partners in crime. He told Rock magazine: Jim
was a friend
he was greatly misunderstood, especially
his humor. His humor was phenomenal in everything he did.
Look
At The Fool was produced by Joe Falsia, Buckleys
guitarist and latter-day manager/minder. After it, Buckleys
contract with DiscReet was severed and his relationship with
Cohen was as bad as the sales and reviews. The playing throughout
is excellent however, especially the drumming of Earl Palmer,
a ma who had laid down the beat for Taj Mahal and BB King,
the piano work of Mike Melvoin and Falsias lead. On
Who Could Deny Me You and the title track k the
man soars and scythes over dancing blues and light jazz with
his old facility. Being 26 was nothing to get too cut about.
It
was nice to imagine that Look At The Fool would
end Buckleys love affair with funk. The signs were that
it would. He spoke of a definite plan to record a retrospective
double live album utilizing the services of all the original
musicians from each section of his career. In addition, he
had material worked up for a new studio album when a label
could be found, and there was a project on hold with Larry
Beckett to adapt Joseph Conrads early novel An Outcast
of the Islands
Buckley
had no luck with his other writing, but that didnt deter
him from planning a screenplay based on Thomas Wolfes
You Cant Go Home Again. Tim Buckley never had any illusions
about his own great talent, although he didnt expect
success as a right. He was proud of his abilities as a singer
and prepared to use the gift as a means to other ends.
Of
his voice he remarked, An instrumentalist can be understood
doing just about anything, but people are really geared to
something coming out of the mouth being words. I use my voice
as an instrument when Im performing live. I figure if
I can do it, why not stick with it? The most shocking thing
Ive ever seen people come up against, besides a performer
taking off his clothes, is dealing with someone who doesnt
sing words. This kind of thing also figures into An
American Souvenir because I get off on great sounding
words. If I had my way, words wouldnt mean a thing,
but the rules are different for a single singer than a band
they can get away with it because their life expectancy
is only two years.
If
I havent done it and Im capable or old enough
and ready, Ill do it while keeping an eye on communication
and not necessarily trends and fads. If I thought a whole
album of Hank Williams songs was right, Id do it even
if burlesque was the style. Miles Davis went for 15 years
without really selling a lot of albums, but his company kept
putting them out because there is only one Miles Davis. Now
Im not equating myself with him, but there isnt
anybody who can sing or write like me, and if I wasnt
allowed to record, then recording wouldnt be valid.
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