BILLY PRESTON: I WROTE A SIMPLE SONG (1971)
1) Should've Known Better; 2)
I Wrote A Simple Song; 3) John Henry; 4) Without A Song; 5) The Looner Tune; 6)
The Bus; 7) Outa-Space; 8) You Done Got Older; 9) Swing Down Chariot; 10) God
Is Great; 11) My Country 'Tis Of Thee.
Sporting a slightly tougher image here: still as
deeply religious and idealistic as ever, yes, but is that a slightly
threatening «street punk look» that I feel is directed at me from the sleeve
photo? Nah... can't be, really. Then again, the funk hits pretty hard on this
record — clearly, Billy feels a strong need to emphasize that he is cool with
the rock crowds of the day, and that it is really the last thing on his mind to
get pigeonholed as a «ladies' man» or a «spokesman for God», or both. He still doth
speak for God on occasion (ʽGod Is Greatʼ, yeah, right), but note the complete
absence of sappy ballads — in fact, the title track is, in itself, an angered
rant against sappy ballads:
"They took my simple song / They changed the words and the melody / Made
it all sound wrong / Now it sounds like a symphony", he complains. Who
knows, this might even have been a direct jab at Phil Spector and his strings
on ʽThe Long And Winding Roadʼ, or something.
In any case, the approach does work: there are
no particularly stunning highlights on this album (no George Harrison covers,
no mega-epic production triumphs like on ʽThat's The Way God Planned Itʼ,
etc.), but no particular sentimental lowlights either, with the possible
exception of the very last track — for some reason, at the last moment we are
presented with a weepy anthemic outburst of patriotism (ʽMy Country 'Tis Of
Theeʼ) that misses the mark. Basically, unless you are Jimi Hendrix or the Sex
Pistols, you should probably avoid putting your mark on century-old anthems:
singing them directly is a corny move, and trying to find your own unique,
refreshing interpretation is a risky one — particularly for Billy, who ain't no
performing genius, and, despite all his personal charisma, cannot hope to get
by on sincerity and passion alone for too long; and adding strings and a gospel
choir does not make life any easier.
But disregard the country and vouch for space instead
— the instrumental ʽOuta-Spaceʼ was initially released as the B-side to the
title track, then gradually overtook it in popularity and became one of Billy's
most classic numbers: a rather daring experiment in funky, wah-wah-treated, clavinet
composing, with Billy hanging on a wobbly, scratchy groove and the rest of the
band jamming rings around his simple, but infectious phrasing. The effect is somewhat
close to the one achieved in ʽSuperstitionʼ — although the latter employed a
more difficult chord sequence, and was overall «tighter» in the composition
sense, this one not only comes earlier, but has much more of a «nasty party»
atmosphere.
That said, even if the punchy, prickly clavinet
does make ʽOuta-Spaceʼ into the most memorable event on the album, the overall strength
of the grooves is not any less on such workouts as ʽThe Busʼ and ʽShould've
Known Betterʼ (nope, not a Beatles cover here at all: most of the material is
quite rigorously self-penned). The pop spirit comes out on the upbeat, jumpy
ʽLooner Tuneʼ (which, for some reason, quotes from ʽEntry Of The Gladiatorsʼ on
the chorus, adding some psychedelic gloss to the circus atmosphere), and most
of the gospel is either disguised as mid-tempo funk once again (ʽGod Is Greatʼ)
or gets a nice rootsy sheen (ʽSwing Down Chariotʼ).
The album marks the end of Billy's «star luck»
period — all the fabulous guests, courtesy of the Beatles connection, that
contributed heavily to the star power of That's
The Way and Encouraging Words,
have finally packed and gone home. However, Harrison still stays behind for a
few guitar and dobro flourishes, and Quincy Jones is responsible for the
strings and horns arrangements (which might be the reason why the strings never
sound annoying); notorious Motown session player David T. Walker is responsible
for most of the guitar work, but most of the time, assuredly sticks in the
background (overall, there is very little genuine «soloing» going on here —
emphasis is always on collective groove playing).
In short — this is just another good Billy
Preston album, designed to heat up the party and cheer up the heart, not to
blow the mind or anything (even if ʽOuta-Spaceʼ seems to set its sights a
little bit higher), which corresponds to a modest, easy-going, quickly-passing thumbs up
in my book.
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