Ignored Obscured Restored
Back in the early ‘70s I would scour the “cut out” bins for discounted records wherever they were sold. If you knew what you were doing you could pick up some real bargains – often albums by great artists that were overstocked because they didn’t meet sales expectations, for whatever reason.
I distinctly remember scoring The Great Lost Kinks Album and Van Morrison’s Hard Nose the Highway, both released in 1973. They are both excellent albums that are considered minor efforts in each artists’ catalog.
Earlier this year, MOJO magazine published an article entitled “20 Unloved Albums… and Why We Love Them.” Hard Nose… was one of them. The article points out
But MOJO also pointed out that Lester Bangs wrote that it had an “entire side of songs about falling leaves.” I’m not sure if that was meant as a compliment, but it is certainly accurate. And that leads me to today’s SotW – “Autumn Song.”
“Autumn Song” is my favorite cut from HNtH. The song is a 10+ minute exercise in autumnal mindfulness. Close your eyes, clear you mind, and roll with his honied, ecstatic excursion through the simple joys of life.
Little stroll past the house on the hill
Some more coal on the fire will do well
And in a week or two it’ll be Halloween
Set the page and the stage for the scene
Little game the children will play
And as we watch them while time away
Look at me and take my breath away
You can almost see and hear the leaves falling.
Leaves of brown they fall to the ground
And it’s here, over there leaves around
Shut the door, dim the lights and relax
What is more, your desire or the facts
Pitter patter the rain falling down
Little glamor sun coming round
Take a walk when autumn comes to town
Jef Labes’ piano trills and John Platania’s guitar fills perfectly compliment the melody and sentiment of the song. And, as usual, Van’s singing is superb. About halfway through Van starts to riff on the lyrics in a sort of stream of consciousness that evolves into a melodic “da da, da da da, dah da-da” then back into the riffing through to the end.
The imagery is so vibrant that you might assume the song was written and recorded in New England. But the album was recorded at a studio he had built near a home he once owned in Fairfax, California.
Hard Nose the Highway? Unloved no more.
Enjoy… until next week.
Gotta go with the critics on this one. A great singer with a unique ability to be earthy and visionary at the same time, it always seemed to me that Morrison would retreat at times to this sort of scatting jazz as a kind of avoidance. A lot of people credit that because a lot of people like easy listening folk-jazz, but when I want Van I want him hurting. Musically, this next song is not that far from Autumn Leaves, but simpler and full of passion: