BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN: THE PROMISE (1977-1978/2010)
1) Racing In The Street; 2)
Gotta Get That Feeling; 3) Outside Looking In; 4) Someday; 5) One Way Street;
6) Because The Night; 7) Wrong Side Of The Street; 8) The Brokenhearted; 9)
Rendezvous; 10) Candy's Boy; 11) Save My Love; 12) Ain't Good Enough For You;
13) Fire; 14) Spanish Eyes; 15) It's A Shame; 16) Come On (Let's Go Tonight);
17) Talk To Me; 18) The Little Things (My Baby Does); 19) Breakaway; 20) The
Promise; 21) City Of Night.
And the rains keep falling and falling, and now
we learn — those of us, that is, who have not been avid bootleg collectors over
the years — that in compiling Tracks,
Springsteen intentionally sidetracked
one particular period in his history, the «murky years» in between Born To Run and Darkness On The Edge Of Town when he was busy fighting his former
manager and waiting for the ban on his new records to be lifted. Indeed, of
these new songs only ʽRendezvousʼ was formerly available on Tracks, and even there, only in a live
version.
The wonderful thing about The Promise, for hardcore fans at least, is that it plays out like
a cohesive, even conceptual, double
album — The Great Lost Springsteen Album; yes, a few of the songs would later
be reworked for Darkness, but they'd
change significantly in the process. The not-so-wonderful thing is that his
first official double album, The River,
had already shown the excessive simplicity and repetitiveness of the new churn
formula; and The Promise, had it
been released to the general public in 1977 or 1978, would have been his first The River, albeit a little less
exciting and more predictable than the 1980 album.
Just like the material on Tracks, these songs are decent and nothing more. What distinguishes
them is that, oddly enough, The Promise
is really just one big huge enormous tribute to the music of Bruce's teenage
years — early rock'n'roll, Motown, R&B, Phil Spector's wall-of-sound,
whatever. We know he'd returned to
those inspirations in 1980 and then, occasionally, on later albums as well, but
never did they seem to be so consistently and naggingly on his mind than in
those «murky years». Perhaps he sought consolation from all his troubles in the
music of the Ronettes, the Crystals, the Supremes, Ben E. King, and Buddy
Holly, or maybe he thought that, since he'd already been branded «the saviour
of rock'n'roll» and stuff, he'd really
have to go back to his roots and save the goddamn son of a bitch a second time,
this time for real. Who really knows? The thing is, say a big thank you to Mike
Appel, who effectively kept this from becoming the disappointing sequel to Born To Run at the time and whose
activity ultimately boxed the Boss into a much darker, and psychologically
deeper corner.
Perhaps if you listen to this album in «fresh»
mode, taking a long, long break from Bruce-lore, the songs will find a way to
appeal to you on song-individual level. My problem here is that I find myself
in a position to write about The Promise
as a conclusion to a lengthy chronological run, and each of these chords,
tones, words is as familiar to me now as the wallpaper staring me in the face.
And I will harshly state that this is Bruce's problem, not mine — we are not
guilty, after all, that ever since the man locked in on national and
international fame, he'd become such a fabulously lazy songwriter, mostly
exploiting familiar chord sequences and making them his own by putting them on
a steady Springsteroid diet.
There is nothing inherently wrong, of course,
in putting your own unique stamp on music that you have so openly derived from Phil
Spector or Buddy Holly. Problems begin when you overdo it, and The Promise overdoes it with gusto:
song after song, you have exactly the same vibe, and remember, back in the
Sixties, you had this stuff in single
format, or, at best, in relatively brief 30-to-40 minute LP format. Here, you
have an hour and a half of Buddy Holly with Springsteen vocals (ʽOutside
Looking Inʼ), the Ronettes with Springsteen vocals (ʽSomedayʼ), Mary Wells with
Springsteen vocals (ʽOne Way Streetʼ), Roy Orbison with Springsteen vocals
(ʽThe Brokenheartedʼ), the Supremes with Springsteen vocals (ʽAin't Good
Enough For Youʼ — okay, actually I must admit this is the best song the Supremes
never got to sing, the piano melody is so infectious), Elvis with Springsteen
vocals (ʽFireʼ), Solomon Burke with Springsteen vocals (ʽSpanish Eyesʼ)... need
I go on?
Had he had
the opportunity to put it out in the old days, it might actually have been
clipped and compacted into a shorter, more easily assimilated record (and he'd
also patented the concept way before Billy Joel's An Innocent Man, although Billy's retro-tribute probably had more
contrastive impact in the synth-pop days of 1983 than Bruce's would have had in
1977). But then we should also remember that in 1978, once his legal troubles
were over, nobody could prevent him from releasing or at least re-recording
these tracks — the fact that he chose not to do that, and came out with the
much more original (and meaningful) Darkness
instead shows that he was probably looking back on this stuff, already then, as
a trifling business.
You can still hear shades and echoes of The Promise on Darkness — for instance, the lyrical connection between ʽRacing In
The Streetʼ (also included here in an early version) and ʽDancing In The
Streetsʼ becomes much more clear, since worship of Martha & The Vandellas
is a totally integral part of this album; also, ʽFactoryʼ is explained as a
lyrical re-write of the much more lightweight ʽCome On (Let's Go Tonight)ʼ. But
there is almost nothing of Darkness
on The Promise — aside from maybe
the title track itself, whose first lines already suggest the whole lyrical
trajectory ("Johnny works in a factory / Billy works downtown..." —
kids in middle school should be given this couple of lines as part of the
regular «Write your own Bruce Springsteen song!» assignment) and whose refrain
makes it a logical pessimistic sequel to ʽThunder Roadʼ. However, it comes in so
late in the evening that it changes nothing about the general perspective on
the record as a whole.
Still, despite all the criticism, it is
probably a good thing that Bruce eventually got around to cleaning up this
particular shelf. After all, these are not raw demos or anything — it is a
coherent, self-sufficient piece of product; it nicely plugs in the odd
three-year gap in what still remains Springsteen's most creative and important
decade of all; it is an undeniably generous gift to the fans; and I'm even sure
it will be perfectly listenable and enjoyable for me in the future, once the «Springsteen
overdose» effect wears off. One thing, however: this polished version of ʽBecause
The Nightʼ still leaves me convinced that Bruce made the perfectly right decision
when he donated the song to Patti Smith. He sounds pathetically constipated on
these verses — I don't know, maybe there's something in them that only makes it
right for female voices. Or for demon-haunted avantgarde convention-defying crazy
feminist voices, for that matter.
"he'd become such a fabulously lazy songwriter, mostly exploiting familiar chord sequences and making them his own by putting them on a steady Springsteroid diet." That's funny and true! Does that diet come with a free headband and tank top?
ReplyDelete"Problems begin when you overdo it, and The Promise overdoes it with gusto" Isn't "overdoing it" itself "The Promise" of any given Springsteen performance?