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Rating: The fifth album by the Doobies, from 1975, sounds quite different from the previous four, despite the fact that the producer remains the same, that Ted Templeman who, after making a fortune with them, would make just as much and even more with Van Halen in the late seventies and eighties.
What's new? Two things mainly: the first is the addition of a third guitarist alongside the two leaders, singers, and composers Tom Johnston and Pat Simmons: Jeff Baxter, for some reason nicknamed Skunk (rascal), is a skilled and virtuosic musician who, having lost his job with Steely Dan who intended to continue as a duo without performing concerts, saw fit to join our guys, initially collaborating on the previous two records and then convincing them to take him on full-time. Jeff's style and musical ideas, technically at the highest level and with phrasing more intricate and unpredictable than his colleagues, more jazzy in fact, enrich the kaleidoscope of guitar moods available to the band.
The second novelty is the string and/or horn arrangements, present on seven of the eleven songs on the tracklist, an evident reflection of an attempt to enrich the irresistible rhythmic punch and the contagious commercial appeal of choruses and refrains, giving them a more refined, more generalist, even more cunning environment. One of the arrangements is even handled by Curtis Mayfield, a great in rhythm&blues, certainly among the favorites of these six Californians dedicated to a rock full of soul and sunny funk.
The result of this is indeed a richer, more thought-out, more mature and pretentious album, but also less spontaneous, less fresh, less radiant and charming. Not by much, of course, but it's noticeable, and I personally preferred them before, rawer and with fewer people around making music with them, even if they are all big names like Ry Cooder, Bill Payne...
The record opens and closes with two rock'n'roll tracks, titled "Sweet Maxine" and "Double Dealin' For Flusher," both written by Simmons who, in this release, swaps roles with Johnston: his sweeter vocal timbre and his superb acoustic guitar technique up to that point had cast him as the man for ballads, country rock, the acoustic side of the band. Instead, on "Stampede," it's Pat who steps on the gas and raises his voice more. Apart from the two aforementioned episodes, this is particularly pertinent to the torrential "Neal's Fandango," a matter of one-hundred-seventy beats per minute that first fires a frenetic and breathless lyric, really difficult to sing, and then introduces a whirlwind of instrumental solos crisscrossing or harmonized among the three guitarists.
The album's historically most successful track is, however, the only cover present: "Rock Me in Your Arms" is a piece of sixties rhythm&blues (created by the usual Motown songwriting and production trio, Holland/Dozier/Holland), energized by the phenomenal punch of Johnston's rhythm guitar and carried to glory by mighty gospel choruses full diaphragm; a true invitation to sing and shake your butt, something that promptly happens when the band performs it in concert. Any American knows it, precisely in this version by the Doobie Brothers, which surpasses its previous interpreters Kim Weston, Isley Brothers, and Jermaine Jackson.
My favorite, however, is "Rainy Day Crossroads Blues," driven in its first part by Tom Johnston's fantastic right hand, striking the acoustic instrument with rare power and compactness, transforming it into a rhythm forge even more effective than an electric. Jeff Baxter supports it with a dobro played with a slide thimble, and everything seems to resolve into an acoustic blues shuffle, but after two minutes the song comes to a stop, the rhythm unfolds, and an orchestral carpet comes to meet the instruments at play, expanding the atmosphere into a lazy, sly western soundtrack for a wavering and swollen instrumental coda, maximally antithetical to the initial dry, rootsy blues. Only boundless class can allow for such disparate visions in the same composition: lavish praise to the producer, but even more to the arranger Nick De Caro, brought into work for the occasion.
The same De Caro tries to repeat the trick in the album's most ambitious track "I Cheat The Hangman," but this time the outcome turns out a bit cloying. The premises change, in fact, they are reversed: the tempo is slow in the initial part, sung by the author Simmons, then starting to run in the long instrumental coda. Pat narrates a sad story inspired by reading a novel, about the ghost of a dead Civil War soldier returning to his homeland unaware that he is no longer alive... until a sea of strings envelops everything, begins to support the moans of brass, synthesizers, guitars and drags everything beyond six minutes, for a performance of suggestive but sugar-coated American progressive rock.
Simmons redeems himself greatly in his instrumental "Slack Key Soquel Rag," a high-class fingerpicking performance. It's just him, with two different acoustic guitars, one for each stereo channel, intersecting and completing each other in magnificent arabesques, full of resonances and perfect harmonies. Not even two minutes for this true show of strength by the pyrotechnic musician, all alone to amaze with a real gem particularly appreciable for guitar players. No problem anyway for its live performance: Pat is accompanied by the current third guitarist of the group John McFee (another panic-inducing player) and the performance is always perfect, identical to the original.
The last episode to mention is the radiant country rock ballad "Texas Lullaby," with Johnston celebrating the beauties of rustic life in the open air, accompanying himself with a calm electric guitar delightfully effected with the vibrato of a Fender amp that makes it float, just like a lullaby as the title suggests, even more accented by the sweet and knowledgeable long notes of Baxter's Steel Guitar.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Neal's Fandango (03:10)
(Patrick Simmons)
Well, a travelin' man's affliction
Makes it hard to settle down
But I'm stuck here in the flatlands
While my heart is homeward bound
Chorus:
Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam
Loma Prieta my mountain home
On the hills above Santa Cruz
To the place where I spent my youth
(Repeat)
Well it was Neal Cassady that started me a-travelin'
All the stories that were told, I believed 'em every one
And it's a windin' road I'm on you understand
And not to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun
Papa don't you worry now
And mama don't you cry
Sweet woman don't forsake me
I'll be comin' by and by
(Chorus)
[Instrumental break]
(Chorus)
03 Texas Lullaby (05:02)
Tom Johnston
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy raised in the country and it's still a part of me
And you see no matter where I go it's a beautiful memory
Rise with sun at the break of day, lookin' out my window
It's the same as yesterday
Sittin' under an old oak tree, pickin' my guitar in the shade
That old tree spreadin' over my head is the closest friend I made
Just me and some lonely wooden music, floatin' through air
The grass is rustlin' and the birds are singin' and my heart don't have a care
Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soakin' up my ragged clothes
But I'd rather work than steal
Watchin' the sun settle down over open Texas land, looking at the cattle and the horses runnin' wild as they can
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you were finished workin' in the fields, there was chores at home to be done
I was always hearin' music, always wanna play me some
As a full-time friend or the way to ease the end of a woman that swayed me some
Hearin' those tunes always had a way of soothin' out my soul
When times got hard and work got slow it was music that kept me whole
Sun beatin' down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody
Hands are clappin' and people swayin' in simple harmony
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you finished workin' in the fields there was chores at home to be done
Late in the evenin' on the front porch when the sun is settin' in the west
Me and the boys pass around the bottle and sing what we like best
Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singin' out the Delta blues
We're simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin' left to lose
07 I Cheat the Hangman (06:36)
Patrick Simmons
The days grow short, the nights are gone
Since you were here, I can't go on
I cried for you, to no avail
Now my life runs cold when the night winds wail
But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before
The bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour
Yes, I cheat the hangman and even when life has flown away
I leave a kiss behind
The rain that fell upon my stone
Like tears you cry I shared alone
I walk the night, I cannot sleep
The love you spend you cannot reap
The glow of love will then shine
Lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home
Only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home
10 I Been Workin' on You (04:25)
Tom Johnston
Mama been workin', so hard
Keep on workin' mama but you don't get far
But baby I know, baby you're blind
And I'll keep a-risin' mama, just to show you're mine
And I keep workin' on you
Well I been watchin' you grow
And baby you got what it takes to let me know
Sure as the devil, rise in the blind
It's gonna be nasty and it's gonna be mine
I been workin' on you
Keep on movin' pretty baby, I feel you in my heart
Gentle on me movin' honey, honey, but you can't be far but you
Keep on with me, true to form
I can't ask for more now but your
Soul star is born
11 Double Dealin' Four Flusher (03:29)
Patrick Simmons
There's a change been comin' over you
Well you burn back baby now what can I do
And all of that jive that your good friend's been sellin'
It ain't worth a nickel ya know I been tellin' you
And you know you could never live without my love babe
There's no one else who could take my place
Blue-eyed baby I love you yes I do
Well my blue-eyed baby I love you yes I do
And nobody here can give the love that you need
And I'm down on my knees and I'm bleedin' baby
Everybody tells me I'm bein' a fool
Everybody tells me you're bein' so cruel
Everybody tells me but I don't believe it babe
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