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"He was a motherfucker of a songwriter and a great producer too". Bobby Gillespie
Who is the Lee to whom Baustelle dedicated a track in their latest album? It’s him, cowboy Lee Hazlewood, one of the most influential songwriters and sound architects of the last century, who passed away a few years ago after writing memorable pages in pop-rock imagery.
After all, the Oklahoma playboy boasts much more illustrious fans than Bianconi and company: Nick Cave, Einsturzende Neubauten, Beck, Slowdive and of course Primal Scream, people who have interpreted many of his battle horses over the years. It is not difficult to understand why: after being one of the first DJs to play Elvis Presley’s songs on the radio, Hazlewood started his career as an eminence grise as an arranger/technician/producer in the late 1950s. Notably for Duane Eddy, but even Gram Parsons crossed his path at the crossroads of emerging country-rock and even the current convict, as well as irascible inventor of the wall of sound, Phil Spector, seems to have stolen many tricks of the trade from him. Meanwhile, Hazlewood pursued bohemian decadence songwriting aspirations, translated into peculiar and original country ballads, the American counterpart of Serge Gainsbourg, in albums like "Cowboy in Sweden".
Despite such a resume, the col hors catégorie begins at the most unpredictable stage of his personal Tour, in 1966. Under his protective wing arrives Nancy Sinatra, a sublime voice worthy of papa "Frank Blue Eyes", for whom he crafts the hit "These boots are made for walking", a steamroller single and icon of the more playful Sixties ("Full metal jacket" docet). The next step is the album in question from 1968. Simply a masterpiece of polychrome pop, made so by the unique union of two seemingly opposite subjects: a restless Charon with a grave voice from the underworld (an authentic obsession for Mark Lanegan, as we know) and a mischievous and sunny lolita as scripted, whose sensual and suggestive purrs Lanegan himself will try to replicate in the partnership with Isobel Campbell.
In these grooves, the two chase each other in a magical and Lynchian game of mirrors, strong colors, and shade areas, in the fairytale scenarios of "Lady bird" and "Storybook children" or in the sepulchral rendition of the standard "You’ve lost that loving feeling": in other words, the mutant visions of Angelo Badalamenti a couple of decades earlier. The arrangements and sonic manipulations by Hazlewood reach an astonishing perfection even for that golden era of baroque pop, mixing country, orchestral hypnosis tinged with cabaret, and subtle lysergic folk, subtly altering the classic harmonic structures of pop. Listen to the interlocking frame of "Some Velvet Morning", an immortal piece that Thin White Rope provided an acidic and fiery version of in their fiery concerts or the impossible juxtapositions that smooth the forms of "Greenwich village folks", the subtle glamour of "Sundown, Sundown"" or the murky interweavings of "Summer Wine" and "Sand", also boasting simply irresistible vocal harmonies. A spectacular fresco of the fabulous Sixties.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Sundown, Sundown (02:35)
Print: Nancy Sinatra - Sundown, Sundown Lyrics print version
There´s no one in this world for me
There´s never gonna be
There´s no one in this world needs me
There´s never gonna be
Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear
Sundown, I miss you sundown
Sundown, I need you sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
I need you sundown, I need you sundown
There´s no hands ever reached for me
There´s never gonna be
There´s no one meant for lonely me
There´s never gonna be
Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear
Sundown, I miss you sundown
Sundown, I want you sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
I love you sundown
I love you sundown
I love you sundown
07 Jackson (02:46)
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
LEE: Ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?)
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town
NANCY: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm)
Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself
Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair
LEE: I'm gonna snowball Jackson
NANCY: Go ahead and see if I care
LEE: When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha)
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat
'cause I'm goin' to Jackson
NANCY: Goodbye, that's all she wrote
NANCY: They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it)
And I'll be dancin' on a pony keg
They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man
And I'll be waitin' there in Jackson behind my *Japan* plan
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out
Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact
We're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
FADE
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
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