Hunter Thompson and Warren Zevon By the time you read this little article of mine, there’s a good chance the world will have lost a one of a kind singer-songwriter. In mid-September, Warren Zevon announced that he had terminal lung cancer and wouldn’t be with us much longer. I don’t want to write an obit, however. I want to celebrate a life: a musical life that has gone greatly unappreciated by the fickle pop/rock charts, but hardly unnoticed by musicians, critics, writers, and fans of literate, sardonic rock and roll. Warren Zevon has penned some of the most tender love songs I’ve ever had the pleasure of crying through. He’s also come up with some of the most self-deprecating and caustic tunes in rock history. To top it all off, he’s populated many songs with characters so three-dimensional and eccentric, novels could be etched out of his 4-minute elegies. When it comes to this particular kind of songwriting, only Randy Newman gets same breath recognition. As Jackson Browne put it, it’s “song noir”. If you think you’ve heard the name, but can’t place Zevon, you probably at least know “Werewolves of London” and “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, his only legitimate ‘hits’ by industry standards. He’s also a favorite of David Letterman, who hired him as the permanent fill-in bandleader for Paul Shaffer a few years ago. But if you think that’s where the music ends, read on… To give you some idea of the adoration fellow artists have for Warren, here’s a partial list of those who have performed alongside him, either as vocalists or musicians, on his albums: Linda Ronstadt, Don Henley, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, REM, Bruce Hornsby, Stevie Nicks, Lindsey Buckingham, Mick Fleetwood, Graham Nash, Glenn Frey, members of The Beach Boys and Pink Floyd, Jerry Garcia, Dwight Yoakam, The Everly Brothers, and Chick Corea. Jackson Browne was his mentor and first record producer. He’s even co-written a tune with Springsteen. Musicians love Warren. He has also taken to co-writing songs with novelist/writer pals, including Carl Hiaasen, Paul Muldoon, and longtime friend Hunter S. Thompson. That’s no surprise, as his songs are populated with cultural references both classical and comical. His most recent release (the unwittingly fittingly titled “My Ride’s Here”) manages to roll call Lord Byron, Shelley, Milton, and Keats, alongside Charlton Heston, Jesus, and John Wayne, and that’s just in the title track. Zevon has had his dark side, both onstage and off. In the 70’s, when he was exalted as a Wunderkind who might be the ‘next big thing’, he was riding high on a heroin addiction and a love affair with half-filled bottles of Stoli. Clint Eastwood once said, “He did everything but drink vodka from a silver boot then”, to which Richard Gere retorted, “I saw him drink vodka from a silver boot!”. He kicked his drug habit, then went sober from alcohol in the early 80’s, but never really reclaimed his mantle as an almost-superstar. He also didn’t stop smoking cigarettes until 1997…which is part of the reason he’s in this fix at the young age of 55. Musically, Zevon’s dark side is edgy and endearing. His musical protagonists include a disembodied wartime poltergeist (Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner), a murderous lad (Excitable Boy), an aristocratic monster (Werewolves of London), and the misanthropic, hedonistic rampage of “Mr. Bad Example”, a character, ‘very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins, I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in…” That Zevon can then turn around and pen stirring ballads like “Reconsider Me”, “Hasten Down the Wind”, and “Searching for a Heart” only strengthens the case for his rightful place alongside Newman and Bob Dylan as a songwriting sage. The best gift I could give Warren
is to perhaps turn a few folks onto his music that otherwise might not
have explored his satiric and sensitive canon. Here, then, is a tally
of a handful of CD’s that I encourage you to run out and purchase post
haste:
Genius: The Best of Warren Zevon - This is actually coming out mid-October. It’s a 22-track anthology released by Rhino Records that manages to hit upon tunes from almost every Zevon album. While not all inclusive, it’s a fine representation of the many sides of Warren, and a great place to start…
As for Warren, he’ll be sorely missed. There’s no one in line to fill his quirky shoes, and as the music biz grows more mundane, jesters such as him are diamonds buried deeply in the rough. He is also, by all accounts, a really good guy, and one I’d certainly loved to know. That he is a fiercely loyal friend comes through in the accolades his high profile pals have showered upon him. The last song on Warren’s final album, the title track to “My Ride’s Here”, ends with this: I was staying at the Westin
Thanks for the ride, Warren. And safe journeys to you.
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