This week's joint:
Wall of Sound: The Very Best of Phil Spector 1961-1966
Behind the buzz: News
since 2009, Love was finally inducted this year, going on to thank "the genius
of Phil Spector" for making her "the main voice of his Wall of Sound." That this
made ripples in the press is not just due to her generosity in forgiving the
Wiggy One's supremely shitty treatment, but in uttering the name of a man now
jugged in the state pen at Corcoran for the 2002 second-degree murder of actress
Lana Clarkson. The justice system is having its will of the seventy-year old Spector
(eligible for parole in 2028), but the Wall of Sound he invented is a permanent
delight to discerning stoners. These "little symphonies" for lovers have all
the bravura energy of prog rock plus a tight-wound dreaminess shared with the
three-minute acid trip of pop-psych nuggetry.
Today's weed: A
saucy indica called Purple Squeeze, which brings its own reverb.
Welcome to the pleasuredrone: This collection kicks off with The Crystals' 1962 bad boy
fantasia "He's A Rebel," sung by Ms. Love, and already we hear the lie given
the oft-repeated canard that the producer tended to bury lead vocals under
layers of strings and horns. Ronnie Spector's warm, imploring turn on "Be My
Baby" seems the whole point of what Brian Wilson called the greatest pop record
ever made. Martin Scorsese famously used "Then He Kissed Me" in Goodfellas to score Karen Hill's total
immersion baptism into gangster life, appropriating its spine-tingling
innocence for his own brute morality fable. As one celebrated hormonal lament
after another speeds by, gussied-up like monophonic Vivaldi, one experiences
ordinary sentiments lifted to grand opera heights, of love itself being
expressed by means that approach the sound it makes inside the human heart.
This 45-rpm mini-utopia is how Ms. Love bids us remember the gun-waving
control-room tyrant -- and that's no doubt wise.
The inevitable show-stopper: All this can only end one way, and that's the deathless "River
Deep, Mountain High" by Ike and Tina. Everyone from Eric Burdon to Deep Purple
tried to match this declaration of sweet dependence, but Lady T shades them
all, riding this most ferocious Specterian whirlwind by sheer force of
personality. None of her other collaborators ever gave her a space this big to
inhabit, and her '80s records sound like Jim and Tammy Bakker by comparison.
For your next toke:
Lay on the Spectorized 1970 original of George Harrison's All Things Must Pass and let "What is Life" and "Isn't It a Pity"
complete the annihilation.----