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- <title>
- Oct 18, 1993: Reviews:Music
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Oct. 18, 1993 What in The World Are We Doing?
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 102
- Music
- Love's Labour's Cost
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By JAY COCKS
- </p>
- <list> PERFORMER: Jimmy Webb
- ALBUM: Suspending Disbelief
- LABEL: Elektra
- </list>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: One of pop's enigmatic figures blazes a trail
- into the '90s with a pack of glorious love songs.
- </p>
- <p> Could there be any figure in pop harder to type, tougher to
- place and more impossible to pigeonhole than Jimmy Webb? It
- shouldn't be so difficult. He writes great love songs; that
- should serve as a proper introduction. They are full of rich
- melody, lyrical longing and melancholy--the kind of songs
- that need a great musical play and, as often as not, a big orchestra
- to go along with them.
- </p>
- <p> Great musicals are in notably short supply these days, but the
- producers of this exquisite album, Linda Ronstadt and George
- Massenburg, have given Webb an orchestra and helped him find
- focus. Suspending Disbelief is part songbook, part memory pageant,
- part diary. It has the immediacy of a memoir, the resonance
- of a waking dream and a lush romanticism that seems to defy
- the times even as it transcends them.
- </p>
- <p> Still, Webb writes from so deep inside a private world of broken
- hearts and thirsty spirituality that he continues to defy categorization.
- There are aching, eldritch love songs here: Postcard from Paris,
- for instance, a renewal of devotion via long distance, and Sandy
- Cove, about family and memory, chances lost and fate unbidden.
- But Webb, 47, is now writing with a wider compass. A tune like
- Too Young to Die billows along on the wind-in-your-hair defiance
- of all of rock's best open-road anthems, but its swagger ("There
- is peace in losing' control, oh yes there is") is cut by the
- chill perspective of age and the knowledge that there are dark
- ends to every street.
- </p>
- <p> Elvis and Me plays a shrewd narrative trick--Webb is one of
- a small company of rockers, from Chuck Berry to Bruce Springsteen,
- who can really write stories in song--as it flirts with, then
- trammels expectations. The beginning of the song sounds like
- autobiography: the singer meeting the King in Vegas, getting
- an invitation backstage and partying with him after, "rock-'n'-roll
- royalty just sittin' at his feet." But as the narrative progresses
- and the singer asks, "Do you see that empty stool/ Well, he's
- sittin' there right now," what at first seemed reminiscence
- becomes a poignant fantasia of a dead-end life and a desperate
- dream.
- </p>
- <p> Webb had his first hits in 1967 with the Fifth Dimension's version
- of Up, Up and Away and Glen Campbell's of By the Time I Get
- to Phoenix and quickly got squeezed into a deep pop groove that
- overlaid his openhearted lyricism with an oil slick of show-biz
- sentimentality. His MacArthur Park, declaimed by Richard Harris,
- sounded weird, forced and silly even in 1968 ("Someone left
- the cake out in the rain"), a bleary bit of psychedelic overindulgence.
- Webb began to make his own albums in the early '70s, but by
- then he was already too successful and too out of musical lockstep
- to be taken with the seriousness he deserved.
- </p>
- <p> Through and past all the misunderstanding and inattention, Webb
- kept writing, and some people, like Ronstadt, kept listening.
- Faith and persistence may not cash out in Webb's best songs--he is better writing about dreams lost and remembered than
- dreams come true--but real life, for once, is a little more
- favorably inclined. Suspending Disbelief is an important record
- of an important American tale teller, our best raveler of the
- blind spots of the heart.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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