THE BYRDS: SWEETHEART OF THE RODEO (1968)
1) You Ain't Going Nowhere; 2)
I Am A Pilgrim; 3) The Christian Life; 4) You Don't Miss Your Water; 5) You're
Still On My Mind; 6) Pretty Boy Floyd; 7) Hickory Wind; 8) One Hundred Years
From Now; 9) Blue Canadian Rockies; 10) Life In Prison; 11) Nothing Was
Delivered.
The sweetheart in question turned out to be
male: Mr. Ingram Cecil Connor The Third of Winter Haven, Florida, better known
as Gram Parsons, the father of country-rock and a respectable member of Club
27 (26, to be more precise). Although he was originally recruited by The Byrds
as a keyboard player (to play jazz piano, no less!), he soon moved to guitar,
then to songwriting, then to musical ideology, and, according to some sources,
ended up nearly wrestling control over the band from McGuinn; when that failed,
he quit in protest over the band's touring engagements in apartheid-rule South
Africa — though some suspected it was largely just a pretext. You never know
for sure with these things, anyway.
We all know the drill: McGuinn wanted the next
Byrds album to be a sprawling overview of all the genres of American pop music,
from the early days and well into the future, but abandoned the project — due
partly to the lack of a proper budget and support from the rest of the band,
and partly due to Parsons' insistence to turn specifically to country. Spilling tears over Roger's unrealized
project is useless, since we do not even know whether he was properly qualified
for this; but neither would I agree to succumb to waves of critical respect for
this album. Released in August 1968, it marked a sharp commercial decline in
the band's fortune. Rock audiences of the time were not prepared for any
radical «country twists», and although The Byrds weren't really doing anything
that their major idol, Mr. Zimmerman, hadn't already done with John Wesley Harding and those parts of
the Basement Tapes that were already circulating among devotees, their wholesale
conversion to the Nashville spirit was not greeted with too much pleasure by
record buyers, even if critical reviews seemed to be relatively benevolent.
The historical status of Sweetheart Of The Rodeo — the first LP release by a major
established «pop/rock» artist to consistently,
rather than sporadically, embrace the country idiom, and without any traces of
irony at that — is indisputable, as is its social importance: a sincere attempt
to bridge the gap between the rural and the urban, the conservative and the
progressive, the hillbilly and the hippie. The Byrds may have gotten their fair
share of flack for this gesture, from both the hillbilly and the hippie side, but this is the predictable fate of all
fence-sitters, sacrificing themselves while gambling on humanity's future.
What matters far more is how well the record holds up after all these years —
and this is where I continue to have my doubts.
Curiously, it does continue to have its fanbase among the rockers, usually along
the lines of "well, I'm not much of a country fan, but I have nothing
against country if it's done right,
and this is one such case". Well, the thing is, I'm not sure how this here
version of ʽLife In Prisonʼ is done more
right than Merle Haggard's; or how this particular performance of ʽYou're Still
On My Mindʼ carries more energy and excitement than George Jones' rendition of
it. The Byrds pick a solid set of tunes — as far as country goes, these songs
mostly have interesting vocal hooks, though the base melodies are predictably
generic waltzes and shuffles. McGuinn, Hillman, and Parsons sing the tunes with
enough conviction, guest guitarist Clarence White does the Nashville shtick
with gusto, it's all fine and dandy, but... ultimately, it's just a cover album
of country tunes.
Sure there are a few originals, mostly courtesy
of Parsons, but I have never understood and still do not understand the
adoration for ʽHickory Windʼ, a song whose compositional virtues amount to
precisely zero (it is just a regular country waltz), lyrical virtues consist of
clichés ("hickory wind keeps callin' me home" is not exactly a
breakthrough in country lyricism), and musical arrangement is not
fundamentally different from similar arrangements for hundreds of country songs
(fiddles, slide guitars, honky tonk piano, you know the drill). The only thing
standing for it is Parsons' presence, I guess — if you are enchanted by the man's
lonesome-hero charisma — but it's not as if he had a totally unique singing
voice or presence, either. For my money, his other original, ʽOne Hundred Years From Nowʼ, beats ʽHickory Windʼ
on all counts — less obvious vocal melody (the verse melody actually pinches a
bit from ʽGod Only Knowsʼ, don't you think?), psycho-folk harmonic singing from
McGuinn and Hillman, and overall, a clever mixture of folk, country, pop, and
psychedelic elements.
Ironically, the Byrds are still at their best when they rely on the tried and true — covering
Dylan, that is. ʽYou Ain't Going Nowhereʼ, a perfect opener for the album, does
the usual wonder of converting Bob's natural ugly beauty into smooth-glamorous
pop perfection, with there being enough free space in the world to allow for
both visions. Here, we have the most heartfelt and sensitive McGuinn vocal
performance on the album, and a vivacious, elegantly woven steel guitar lead
melody as his lovin' partner throughout the song, and those "ooh-wee, ride
my high, tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come" harmonies are a
downright epitome of tenderness itself. Basically, they took a Dylan song that
began life as an absurdist ode to nihilism and turned it into an optimistic
love anthem, while still retaining some of that absurdism. And then, in a
sudden fit of symmetry, they close out the album with a bitter reversal of
these feelings — having started out with "get your mind on wintertime, you
ain't going nowhere", they end the record on "the sooner you come up
with it, the sooner you can leave" (ʽNothing Was Deliveredʼ) and a sort of
disillusioned atmosphere (which, incidentally, is also how I feel about this record).
The problem is, they know how to reinvent
Dylan, but they never had a good idea about how to reinvent Woody Guthrie,
Merle Haggard, or Cindy Walker — they just cover
them, retaining the original spirits of these songs. The whole point of Sweetheart Of The Rodeo is to shock the audiences along the lines
of "see, we're rockers, but we're doing country, how unusual is that?": this attitude was even
incorporated into the promotional campaign, as you can see from the original
radio promotion bit, hidden at the end of the last bonus track on the CD
reissue — as bits and pieces of songs flow out of the speaker, a girl and a guy
argue with each other: "It is
the Byrds! — That's not the Byrds... — Okay, listen to this one! See, it is the Byrds! They're playing Dylan! —
It can't be the Byrds! Play another one... — It's the Byrds all right! — Nah,
that ain't the Byrds..." I regret to say that sometimes it seems to me
this radio bit carries more fun with it than the majority of the record itself.
Anyway, these are mostly decent tunes (though
lyrically, ʽThe Christian Lifeʼ is atrocious, and McGuinn must have lost plenty
of credibility with his friends for that one), and only people with a very
strong anti-Nashville bias could hate
Sweetheart Of The Rodeo. But shuffle
these tunes around a bunch of top (or even middle) quality country albums, and
if there's some way in which they will notably stand out, let me know. As far
as I'm concerned, Sweetheart is an
ideological gesture first, and a
collection of musical pieces second —
which doesn't do much for a record in the long run. Interesting and curious,
yes, not without its few moments of Dylanesque glory, yes, but essentially the
band just shot itself in the foot with this one, and ended up hobbling for the
next three years of its existence.
In 1968 an imaginary line was drawn between Country music and Rock music. Hillbilly's didn't like Hippies. Remember Oakie from Mustogee? The line started to decay when Hippies started playing Country Western and the Cosmic Cowboy was born. Sweet Heart of the Rodeo was an early indication of things to come. Things like Armadillo World Headquarters in Austin. Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen and also Willie Nelson.
ReplyDeleteI'm not too fond of this one, but I heard some stuff from Parsons and Hillman's next project, The Flying Burrito Brothers, and liked that.
ReplyDeleteA fair and balanced review. The only point that I might add is that, if you listen to the Legacy Edition that came out a few years with the original Gram Parsons lead vocals that were wiped off of several songs, you will get a different view of the album. Say whatever you want about Gram Parsons as a singer but "The Christian Life", "You don't Miss Your Water", and "One Hundred Years From Now" at least sound somewhat authentic as country music. Roger McGuinn's singing style on those three songs borders on parody, imho.
ReplyDeleteAgree with Jeff's comment. A few of Gram's vocals were wiped by Hillman and McGuinn, in an attempt to 'wrestle' the album back from him. Some of McGuinn's vocals are great, but on some tracks he sounds a bit parodic.
DeleteGeorge is still cloth-eared on 'Hickory Wind', though. What a great song.
I like this album a lot, despite its 'cultural tourism' factor. I guess since Hillman and Parsons were country-ish (more like folkies, though), it kind of justifies itself. McGuinn seemed a bit lost here at times (he apparently went whole-hog for the country-thing, though -- he even traded in his car for a Cadillac). It just wasn't a hat he wore that convincingly.
Very good album, but a couple of weaker numbers drag it down a bit.
Good point about "Hickory Wind". I was never really a fan of this album at all......until I swapped out the original release McGuinn tracks for the Parsons wiped vocals. Still far from a great album by any stretch but it just sounds more coherent and authentic. As you mentioned, I can understand why Roger and Chris didn't want to have so much Gram because he would have really dominated the record.
Delete"A few of Gram's vocals were wiped by Hillman and McGuinn, in an attempt to 'wrestle' the album back from him." That's one viewpoint but there were also Parson's contract problems with his previous record company who contested his involvement.
DeleteThanks for telling it like it is. Absolutely not a bad album. In fact, it's "good". But, the laudatory praise of brilliant & classic over the years has always stumped me.
ReplyDeleteI think if you simply call "The Christian Life" lyrically atrocious, you are not grasping the irony of the Byrds doing the Louvin Brothers, of the sinners dreaming of sinlessness. The tune, the harmony, the sound and the performance are all gorgeous. This record (with Gram's vocals, as they appear first on the 4-CD box in 1990) really opened country music to this young rocker. It has continued to grow in me throughout the years, it's both heartfelt and ironic, and it embraces tradition without appearing dumb. In that sense, it's a bit like the Kinks, but in an American way. Great rootsy-country music by the way, much above most of the rest in its style.
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