Elvis Presley – From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee (Recorded Live)

From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee (Recorded Live)

Elvis PresleyFrom Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee (Recorded Live) RCA Victor APL1-1506 (1976)


When people see the late-career Elvis as a bloated, cliched wash-out, they probably have recordings like From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee in mind.  Recorded in the campy “Jungle Room” of his own Graceland mansion with mobile recording equipment, these songs reflect a tired soul retreating to a safe haven, away from the world.  Mostly lonely heartbreak ballads, these are bleak songs.  You can feel Elvis’ connection to the mood.  Yet, the main limitation is the slapdash quality of the instrumental music behind The King, offering mostly a cookie-cutter countrypolitan sheen with treacly strings that bowl over the nuance in the vocals.  In a way, the backing tries to take depressing songs and make them cheerier, which is entirely counterproductive.  Elvis’ band members were already seeking other opportunities.  It seems like supporting him was becoming a low priority for them.  Though in fairness Elvis provided little direction and the cramped recording locale hardly helped.  The net result is to make this album a little dull.  It won’t convince anyone of the real depths of the man’s talents.  Yet, if you make an effort there are some worthwhile things here, and Elvis does sing reasonably well.

It’s fascinating to compare the careers of Elvis Presley and Johnny Cash.  Both came from rural origins and both broke through on Sam Phillips‘ Sun Records in Memphis.  Both developed drug problems in the face of grueling touring schedules and the enormous pressures of the entertainment industry.  Elvis became a movie star and then jumped right back into music full time with a fascinating TV special.  Cash hosted his own TV musical variety show and then toured with a large revue show not unlike Elvis’ breakthrough Vegas act.  By the end of the 1970s both stars had faded.  Cash made a comeback in the 1990s, while Elvis had made one himself in the late 60s.  Of course, the two stars couldn’t have had more different personalities.  Cash had a reputation for always insisting on doing things his own way, while Presley was timid and non-confrontational when it came to his career.

When Johnny Cash made his comeback, it was by mining the darker elements of his music, with faddish attempts to sound “current” taken away to leave just a raw, “authentic” folk sound.  In a way, Elvis was also mining the darker aspects of his music shortly before his death, but his handlers didn’t seem to understand how to deal with that kind of approach.  Someone should go back and strip out the harps, string orchestration, stuffy horns, and some of the backing vocals (much like what was done on Naked Willie), and maybe even re-record new backing instrumentals (the approach of Guitar Man), because there is definitely something to be found in Elvis’ performances here of value, if separated out from everything weighing them down.

Elvis – His Hand in Mine

His Hand in Mine

ElvisHis Hand in Mine RCA Victor LPM-2328 (1960)


Elvis was a legitimate fan of gospel music.  So it should be no surprise that he can reproduce the style of The Trumpeteers on “Milky White Way”, The Golden Gate Quartet on “Joshua Fit the Battle [of Jericho]”, The Staple Singers on “Swing Down Sweet Chariot”, and so on.  It is somewhat amusing to hear Elvis embarrass himself on whitewashed version of these songs.  Well, that’s a bit harsh.  It’s not that the performances are that bad per se, but a hallmark of gospel music has been song arrangements.  You can measure a gospel act by how they put their personal stamp on their rendition of a gospel standard.  Elvis just doesn’t deliver on that score.  The arrangements here all tend to be highly derivative of classic pre-existing recordings, and to the extent they sound a little different it’s only because of the uniformly bland, rubber-stamp 50s-pop backing harmonies.  This is just making black music more palatable to white audiences, and that holds little interest more than fifty years later.  From another, kinder perspective you could say Elvis knew how to pick good songs, but in his performances he’s too deferential here to the artists whose versions of the songs inspired him.  Either way this album is self-indulgent and stupid.  Elvis’ two later gospel albums How Great Thou Art (1967) and He Touched Me (1972) are both much superior.

Bo Diddley – Bo Diddley’s a Twister

Bo Diddley's a Twister

Bo DiddleyBo Diddley’s a Twister Checker LP 2982 (1962)


Hard to know what to make of this one.  The best stuff here is the batch of previously-released singles “Who Do You Love,” “Road Runner,” “Hey, Bo Diddley” and “Bo Diddley.”  But those were old news tacked on here as padding.  There is also the excellent “Here ‘Tis,” which The Yardbirds would cover shortly.  The rest feels like Bo Diddley by numbers, which is still about five times better than most other things you could be listening to right now, but also not as good as Bo at his best.

Dinosaur Jr. – Beyond

Beyond

Dinosaur Jr.Beyond PIAS PIL070 CD (2007)


Back at it with another chunk of prime Dino Jr.  They haven’t lost a step, though the music does have some of the softened features of a more mature band.  Still, they throw in two crappy Lou Barlow songs, just like old times.  Although the Dino Jr. comeback has been surprisingly good, this remains the only album from the comeback that really lives up to the best of their original run.

Bob Dylan – Dylan

Dylan

Bob DylanDylan Columbia PC 32747 (1973)


Bob Dylan briefly jumped from Columbia Records to the fledgling Asylum Records in the early 1970s.  After he departed, Columbia took outtakes from Self Portrait and New Morning, and, without his knowledge, released them as Dylan.  Most likely due to Dylan’s lack of input in the project, the album was never reissued in the United States.  It is frequently maligned as the very worst Dylan album.  Can it be?  No, not really.  But the reason that the Dylan fundamentalists dismiss this is precisely because they are tedious bores.  There is a large contingent of Dylan fans who love his songwriting so much that they outright dismiss any of his albums that are not built upon it.  Dylan is a collection of cover tunes, without a single original Dylan composition.  The thing is, this is much more focused than Self Portrait and has fewer head-scratchers than New Morning.  Dylan may be purposefully stepping out of character here, but the results are respectable, even if by no means too impressive.  Side one in particular is pretty decent all the way through.  Side two slouches some more, with Joni Mitchell‘s “Big Yellow Taxi” too self-consciously tethered to an awkward new rhythm, and with much of the backing vocals seemingly under-rehearsed.  But you have to admit that Dylan’s singing is generally stronger here than on New Morning.  While this is no lost classic, it’s a better album than its reputation suggests.  There is no doubt in my mind that Down in the Groove is a worse album, as are Self Portrait and Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid.

Julian Priester Pepo Mtoto – Love, Love

Love, Love

Julian Priester Pepo MtotoLove, Love ECM 1044 ST (1974)


Love, Love has achieved something of a “lost classic” status, and deservedly so.  Priester extends the basic approach of Herbie Hancock‘s Mwandishi group, though Priester definitely goes a few steps further.  He finds an almost orchestral fluidity that the eclecticism of Hancock’s band seemed to preclude.  It’s also notable that the spacier moments here wouldn’t be out of place on Sun Ra‘s Lanquidity, though there is hardly any of Ra’s afro-futurist weirdness to be found.  The album’s first side finds the most distinct connections to the early fusion era, and blends in some of the more dense elements of Miles Davis‘ post-Bitches Brew work.  On side two, Priester moves into free jazz territory, but also incorporates elements of re-tooled big band music, foreshadowing David Murray‘s early 1980s music.  A rewarding listen that brings to mind what a shame it has been that Priester hasn’t recorded more as a leader.

Bill Dixon – Vade Mecum

Vade Mecum

Bill DixonVade Mecum Soul Note 121 208-2 (1994)


Bill Dixon was an interesting musician.  Dropping almost entirely out of the public eye for long stretches, his recorded legacy is quite modest for a talent of his stature.  His playing, on trumpet especially, unfolded slowly, full of space for contemplation.  He played like he had all the time in the world.  There really wasn’t any flash or any crowd-pleasing gimmickry.  It all came together in a way that made Dixon stand apart, with a style that was quite unlike any other in jazz.  That’s actually worth saying again. Dixon really represented a major, unique voice in modern jazz, as distinct and important as Ornette, Ayler, etc.  Although he was definitely part of the experimental wing of jazz players, his music wasn’t quite as difficult for conservative tastes as some other practitioners of the new thing.  There was an almost orchestral conception to what he did that makes his work palatable to listeners who appreciate Euro-classical music.  Here he plays trumpet with electronic processing.  But unlike most players using such effects on a wind instrument he doesn’t seems to take any influence from rock music.  Vade Mecum is well worth the effort for anyone interested in refreshingly original music.  It’s one of Dixon’s very best.

Ornette Coleman – Of Human Feelings

Of Human Feelings

Ornette ColemanOf Human Feelings Antilles AN-2001 (1982)


Ornette’s “Harmolodics” approach to music was really more of a political ideology expressed through (generally unarticulated) musical techniques that placed all the performers on a radically equal level.  In this sense, Ornette is kind of an anarchist — not the bomb-throwing type (though his music is “the bomb”) but an adherent to a kind of utopian philosophy that posits a society without hierarchies of power, status, etc.  His music might appeal to the fictional anarchist society on the planet Anarres in Ursula K. Le Guin‘s sci-fi novel The Dispossessed (1974) — which took inspiration from the work of libertarian socialist Murray Bookchin.

Ornette’s seminal album Science Fiction set the tone for much of what he did over the next one to two decades of his career.  “What Reason Could I Give?,” the opening song from Science Fiction, laid out the basic format of trying to regulate the the volume, intensity and tone of each performer on an equal basis that serves the whole more than the individual (egotistical) parts.  This resulted then in a relatively slow progression within the song, as one performer makes a change and in a split second all the others adapt to that change in a corresponding way appropriate for his or her instrument. In the time since Science Fiction, Coleman’s band “Prime Time” adopted more funk-rock influence, in the form of prominent electric bass but also in the style of heavier rock drumming, etc.  The opener “Sleep Talk” is sort of a perfect update on “What Reason Could I Give?”  It takes the same basic approach of treating all the players equally, but, aside from the funk-rock and R&B textures, the players have a much wider latitude to make their “equal” individual contributions.  And the pace is now furious.  If “What Reason Could I Give?” seemed to move slowly to give the performers a chance to react, there is no built-in delay any longer.  The sorts of contributions that are equalized is less constrained to playing unison notes, and it is more like little chunks of sound, and within those chunks each performer gets to do what he wants.  The drummers get to pound away more lyrically, and the bass player gets to deploy more rhythm, like in something approaching slap bass style techniques.  “What Reason Could I Give?” stayed close to the realm of almost “new age” feel-good complacity, but the Prime Time band had space to explore other emotional territories, with frenetic, jiving and even aggressive guitar riffs blended with contemplative noodling and sour, playful notes from Ornette’s saxophone.  A song like “Air Ship” even points to a unique view of masculinity in music, by putting elements of machismo in the mix but refusing to either affirm or condemn them.  They just drift by as one more possibility in a song world with many other possibilities.

If “Sleep Talk” is a high water mark for what Ornette’s Prime Time band could do with Harmolodics, then a problem, perhaps, with the rest of Of Human Feelings is that it never really reaches that high water mark again.  It’s a fine album, for instance the second song “Jump Street” is nearly as good as “Sleep Talk” and there are plenty of other fine songs here, but the intensity seems more aimless as the album progresses (“What Is the Name of That Song?,” “Job Mob”).  That’s a bit unfair.  Still, things get very dense when we have subsets of the group working together within the larger group, and therefore harder to follow.  This reflects a slightly different approach to the group interplay, one that tolerates internal factions, if only on a fleeting basis.  Anyway, what Ornette’s music, in general, and recordings like Of Human Feelings, in particular, put forward is not simply a new set of feelings or statements of perspective, but also a new mode of interaction between musical performers (and by extension, people in general). It is that latter aspect of the man’s music that has made him such a controversial figure.  It made him an innovator and revolutionary.  That tends to either generate enthusiasm or contempt, depending on the listener’s outlook.

Paul Bley, an early associate of Ornette, has said that Ornette’s music

“suggested ABCDEFGHIJK, in which repetition was anathema *** It wasn’t totally free because totally free was A forever, metamorphosing.  It was a form that took hold, because you could finally return to the written music, and the audience had something to hold on to.”

The anarchistic impulses of Ornette’s Prime Time band made this A vs. ABCDEFGHIJK issue a closer question.  Occasionally, Prime Time sound like a band playing just “A”, metamorphosing, rather than progressing to something outside “A”.  This, at least, is the challenge that Harmolodics presents.  The band probably lets ABCDEFGHIJK win most of the time.  But it isn’t always a clear victory.  There is also a sense that the band is expressing itself as a kind of new urban elite, trading in sleek, street-wise riffs.  In short, they almost claim “mission accomplished” when hindsight has shown that there was still a ways to go before the ideas bound up in Ornette’s music had achieved what they sought from society at large (this being a central feature of Le Guin’s book The Dispossessed).  The tone of elitism also sits somewhat uncomfortably with the premise of Harmolodics.  Lastly, it must be said, the notion of treating all instruments and performers as equals (see also “Kontra-Punkte“) sometimes reduces itself to a rather tedious and pedantic exercise in mapping out and assigning values to each contribution — to treat them equally there must be values assigned to each part, enabling the “equation” to be balanced like a mathematical formula.  In that way Ornette’s quest to make music that is “real” ends up taking on the opposite quality, that of superficial appearances driven by the balancing act between the instruments, with a subtle tendency to favor content that fits more easily under Ornette’s Harmolodics regime over content that expresses something deeper.  The humor and playfulness of Coleman’s early music is not always so apparent under those circumstances.  Harmolodics works best when the performance is somewhat less polished, so that in a postmodern way one can hear the imperfect machinations that produce the music.

Given that the textures of late 1970s and early 1980s R&B have fallen somewhat out of favor, and that Of Human Feelings is conceptually challenging, this is definitely not the place to start with Ornette Coleman’s music.  Even just within the output of the Prime Time band, many listeners seem to prefer Dancing In Your Head.  Yet this music is crucial to understanding the impossible dreams Ornette was driving towards in his music.  The early, more well-known stuff formed a path to this, and if this just raised more questions than it provided answers, it may help explain the technical workings of Harmolodics more plainly than other Coleman albums.