{"id":3883,"date":"2011-02-26T16:10:59","date_gmt":"2011-02-27T00:10:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/?p=3883"},"modified":"2011-02-26T16:10:59","modified_gmt":"2011-02-27T00:10:59","slug":"jackson-browne-at-the-arlington","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lefsetz.com\/wordpress\/2011\/02\/26\/jackson-browne-at-the-arlington\/","title":{"rendered":"Jackson Browne At The Arlington"},"content":{"rendered":"


CARRY ME<\/span><\/p>\n

So Jackson Browne goes to see Lyle Lovett at the Arlington Theatre in Santa Barbara and in the middle of the show Lyle calls him out, insists he come up on stage and perform a number.<\/p>\n

Jackson figures he’s going to sing backup.\u00c2\u00a0 But Lyle hands him a guitar and makes him sing one of his own damn songs.<\/p>\n

THAT’S NOT FAIR!<\/p>\n

So at first David Crosby is reluctant to leave the audience.\u00c2\u00a0 Even after the assembled multitude is on its feet cheering him on.\u00c2\u00a0 But eventually Crosby accedes, goes on stage, takes off his pass, removes his jacket and his iPhone from his pocket and straps a guitar around his neck and starts tuning.\u00c2\u00a0 He too is being forced to play one of his own.<\/p>\n

And if you had reached puberty in 1969, the notes David was picking were unmistakable.<\/p>\n

He was playing "Guinnevere".\u00c2\u00a0 The third song on the first side of the Crosby, Stills & Nash debut.<\/p>\n

But Crosby’s complaining.\u00c2\u00a0 After getting the tuning right, he just can’t find the notes.\u00c2\u00a0 The pearl dots on Jackson’s custom made guitar are not in the right place.\u00c2\u00a0 So Jackson extracts another one of his seventeen acoustics from the rack and Crosby changes songs.<\/p>\n

He’s playing "Carry Me".<\/p>\n

I saw Crosby by the stage door.\u00c2\u00a0 I figured he might come up on stage and sing harmonies.\u00c2\u00a0 After all, he did so on Jackson’s debut.<\/p>\n

But I didn’t think he’d play one of his own songs.\u00c2\u00a0 I didn’t think he’d play my favorite.\u00c2\u00a0 They never do.<\/p>\n

Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world<\/span><\/p>\n

And this man who resembles no one as much as Santa Claus can’t remember the words.\u00c2\u00a0 And having stopped in contemplation of where to go next, a fan shouts out the following lines and David begins again.<\/p>\n

And I once loved a girl, she was younger than me<\/span>
Her parents kept her locked up in their lives<\/span>
And she was crying at night, she was wishing she could be free<\/span><\/p>\n

That’s what it’s like being a teenager.\u00c2\u00a0 You feel oppressed.\u00c2\u00a0 Your only escape, your only hope is music.<\/p>\n

And then Crosby stumbles again.\u00c2\u00a0 And calls out to his wife…<\/p>\n

JANNIE?<\/p>\n

And after she tips him off Crosby finishes off and it was like being in a living museum.\u00c2\u00a0 Crosby’s not the one who’s supposed to be able to pick the notes, that’s Stephen, or Neil.\u00c2\u00a0 And if you’re this old your voice is supposed to be cracked and shattered, when you sing we’re supposed to remember what once was, we’re not supposed to be jetted back to the original era.<\/p>\n

As great as Jackson was, and he was stupendous, Crosby singing "Carry Me" was transcendent.<\/p>\n

But then the roadie came out with another instrument, tuned to David’s specs, and he sang "Guinnevere" after all.<\/p>\n

This is not supposed to happen.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m supposed to be old and jaded.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m not supposed to regain the hope, the elation of youth.<\/p>\n

But that’s the power of music.<\/p>\n

FARTHER ON<\/span><\/p>\n

In my early years I hid my tears<\/span>
And passed my days alone<\/span>
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness<\/span>
My dreams like nets were thrown<\/span>
To catch the love that I’d heard of<\/span>
In books and films and songs<\/span>
Now there’s a world of illusion and fantasy<\/span>
In the place where the real world belongs<\/span><\/p>\n

This is why Jackson Browne is famous, why he can still fill venues forty years on.\u00c2\u00a0 Because in his lyrics he encapsulates life.<\/p>\n

Everything I knew about sex and relationships I learned from movies and songs.\u00c2\u00a0 They were my blueprint.\u00c2\u00a0 And I wandered through life looking for a living experience of art.\u00c2\u00a0 It kept me going, it gave me hope.<\/p>\n

What was astounding about the show last night was Jackson played all the songs he never does.\u00c2\u00a0 Like this, the third number on "Late For The Sky".\u00c2\u00a0 And "Our Lady Of The Well", which "Take It Easy" segues into on his second album, Numbers that are in our DNA but we only hear on record.\u00c2\u00a0 That we’ve given up on hearing live.<\/p>\n

And it’s one thing to perform a complete album.\u00c2\u00a0 Which is usually a dash for cash.<\/p>\n

But when a performer digs deep into his catalog and whips out one of your favorites, you swoon.<\/p>\n

DOCTOR MY EYES<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn’t only have those seventeen guitars.\u00c2\u00a0 Jackson also had an electric piano.<\/p>\n

And in the middle of the show he sat down and banged out those notes that have been played on radio more than any other of his compositions.<\/p>\n

And you’re supposed to be burned out on the hits.\u00c2\u00a0 You’ve heard them so much.<\/p>\n

But without a band, playing the song solo, it became even more powerful.\u00c2\u00a0 The whole audience became energized, started bopping.<\/p>\n

Just say if it’s too late for me<\/span><\/p>\n

This was not a young audience.\u00c2\u00a0 Not as much white hair as at a Simon & Garfunkel concert, but those in attendance were already who they were gonna be.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s what happens when you get older, you start to feel you’re living in molasses, that it’s hard to move, never mind change.\u00c2\u00a0 But experiencing "Doctor My Eyes" stripped down, hearing the drums in your head, you still believed there were possibilities.<\/p>\n

SOMETHING FINE<\/span><\/p>\n

And you know that I’m looking back carefully<\/span>
‘Cause I know that there’s still something there for me<\/span><\/p>\n

I first saw Jackson Browne opening for Laura Nyro at the Fillmore East in December 1970.\u00c2\u00a0 Just him and his guitar.\u00c2\u00a0 As the numbers unfurled, the walla-walla of the audience subsided, we realized we were in the presence of greatness.<\/p>\n

But it took another year for Jackson’s debut to be released.<\/p>\n

To no fanfare.\u00c2\u00a0 To no radio play.<\/p>\n

But I’d been waiting for it.<\/p>\n

And I took it back to college and played it on those short gray days.\u00c2\u00a0 And it was "Something Fine" that resonated most.\u00c2\u00a0 Because it had a wistful quietness that equated with my college experience.\u00c2\u00a0 I wasn’t where I wanted to be, I was en route to somewhere else, but I had to hang on in the meantime.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Jackson didn’t only play this from his debut.\u00c2\u00a0 And the aforementioned "Doctor My Eyes".\u00c2\u00a0 And "Rock Me On The Water".<\/p>\n

But "Jamaica Say You Will".<\/p>\n

RUNNING ON EMPTY<\/span><\/p>\n

Jackson not only played "Before The Deluge", but "The Pretender".\u00c2\u00a0 Even "In The Shape Of A Heart".\u00c2\u00a0 Even "Rosie".<\/p>\n

But the one song we never expected him to play, he did.<\/p>\n

"Running On Empty" is a rocker.<\/p>\n

And this was an acoustic evening.<\/p>\n

But Jackson added an effect to his black-topped six string and suddenly we were on that bus, road rushing under our wheels.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels<\/span>
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields<\/span>
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up 101<\/span>
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on<\/span><\/p>\n

In ’65 I was twelve.\u00c2\u00a0 I’d never been west of Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n

But all these years later I’d taken PCH up the coast from Santa Monica to…<\/p>\n

The 101.<\/p>\n

You go through Oxnard, the freeway hugs the ocean and suddenly you’re in Santa Barbara.\u00c2\u00a0 A place ninety physical miles from L.A. but a world away in headspace.<\/p>\n

L.A. is all hustle and bustle.<\/p>\n

Santa Barbara is more about lifestyle.\u00c2\u00a0 And is somehow more intellectual.<\/p>\n

This was not an industry crowd.\u00c2\u00a0 These were fans.\u00c2\u00a0 Who didn’t work in the entertainment industry during the day, but who had been infected by music.<\/p>\n

Running on<\/span>
Running on empty<\/span>
Running on<\/span>
Running blind<\/span>
Running on<\/span>
Running into the sun<\/span>
But I’m running behind<\/span><\/p>\n

That’s what being a rock star is like.\u00c2\u00a0 Running on empty.\u00c2\u00a0 Going from gig to gig, radio station to radio station.\u00c2\u00a0 And you don’t really want to complain.\u00c2\u00a0 Because the adrenaline is pumping and you feel so alive.<\/p>\n

We believed in our rock stars.\u00c2\u00a0 They were leading the way.<\/p>\n

They were heading straight forward, but no matter how fast they were going there just wasn’t enough time.<\/p>\n

Funny how when you get older these songs make sense.<\/p>\n

There’s just not enough time.<\/p>\n

And time is running out.<\/p>\n

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive<\/span>
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive<\/span><\/p>\n

Talk to the people in this business.\u00c2\u00a0 They were working so hard it broke up their first marriage.<\/p>\n

It’s a delicate balance.<\/p>\n

In sixty-nine I was twenty one and I called the road my own<\/span>
I don’t know when that road turned onto the road I’m on<\/span><\/p>\n

You become who you are when you’re not noticing.<\/p>\n

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels<\/span>
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels<\/span><\/p>\n

This is a postcard from the road.\u00c2\u00a0 Not a rapper saying he’s better than you and you’ll never be privileged to understand, rather a note from one of us to say he’s experiencing life in the fast lane and it’s scary and exhilarating all at the same time.<\/p>\n

And if you’re lucky, you feel the same way too.<\/p>\n

If not, come to the show, and for a few hours you too will be on the freeway of life, screaming at ninety miles an hour headed straight into the sun.<\/p>\n

FOR A DANCER<\/span><\/p>\n

Keep a fire burning in your eye<\/span>
Pay attention to the open sky<\/span>
You never know what will be coming down<\/span><\/p>\n

Jason told me his father needed an operation.<\/p>\n

You can tell when people are scared.\u00c2\u00a0 There’s something in their voice.\u00c2\u00a0 His dad was in his eighties.\u00c2\u00a0 The doctor was not optimistic.\u00c2\u00a0 And when the doctors stop saying its routine, not to worry, you get frightened.<\/p>\n

My father died.<\/p>\n

I didn’t expect it.<\/p>\n

He had cancer.\u00c2\u00a0 Terminal.\u00c2\u00a0 But when he finally expired I was shocked.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what happens when people die<\/span>
Can’t seem to grasp it as hard as I try<\/span><\/p>\n

I quoted these lyrics at my father’s funeral.<\/p>\n

That was back when no one I knew had died.<\/p>\n

Now I know too many six feet under.<\/p>\n

What’s the cliche?\u00c2\u00a0 No one here gets out alive?<\/p>\n

Or, like that Zevon song Jackson sang last night, "Life’ll Kill Ya"?<\/p>\n

When this song was released I’d just graduated from college, the whole world was in front of me.\u00c2\u00a0 Now so much of it is behind.<\/p>\n

Before singing "Barricades Of Heaven", about meeting some girl back in the sixties, Jackson said the audience knew of which he was gonna sing, or they just weren’t alive back then.\u00c2\u00a0 The sixties and seventies were a special time.\u00c2\u00a0 They’re the core of the baby boomers’ existence.\u00c2\u00a0 Our memories make us smile.\u00c2\u00a0 But not only are the memories fading, but the people too.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s what’s next for us, death.<\/p>\n

Still…<\/p>\n

And I can’t help feeling stupid standing ’round<\/span>
Crying as they ease you down<\/span>
‘Cause I know that you’d rather we were dancing<\/span>
Dancing our sorrow away<\/span><\/p>\n

Jason’s father pulled through the operation.\u00c2\u00a0 He was on the road to recovery.<\/p>\n

But then he wasn’t.<\/p>\n

And early last week he expired.\u00c2\u00a0 Pfftt.\u00c2\u00a0 Just like that.\u00c2\u00a0 Over.<\/p>\n

Eighty seven years on, still…<\/p>\n

Don’t let the uncertainty turn you around<\/span>
The world keeps turning around and around<\/span>
Go on and make a joyful sound<\/span><\/p>\n

We’re afraid.\u00c2\u00a0 And the older we are, the worse it gets.\u00c2\u00a0 We don’t want to move a few steps back on the game board, it was so hard to get here.\u00c2\u00a0 We don’t change jobs, we don’t change relationships, we start dying instead of living.\u00c2\u00a0 We just can’t handle another failure, another loss.<\/p>\n

I know it’s hard.<\/p>\n

So put on a record.\u00c2\u00a0 Go to the show.\u00c2\u00a0 Return that smile to your face.<\/p>\n

And fire up your machine, hit the highway and head straight towards the sun.<\/p>\n

You don’t want to die with the most toys, you want to die empty.\u00c2\u00a0 Spent.\u00c2\u00a0 Having lived life to the fullest.\u00c2\u00a0 Having no regrets.<\/p>\n


LATE FOR THE SKY<\/span><\/p>\n

You’ve got to understand, California was a dream.<\/p>\n

And so was rock and roll.<\/p>\n

If Paul McCartney came to a baby boomer’s house today he’d be both giddy and speechless.\u00c2\u00a0 That was the impact the Beatles had.<\/p>\n

And the Beatles ushered in a slew of creativity.\u00c2\u00a0 The highest calling was being a musician.\u00c2\u00a0 You didn’t want to go to Wall Street, tech was for nerds and everybody was paying attention to the hit parade.\u00c2\u00a0 First on Top Forty radio, and then a more experimental version on FM.<\/p>\n

If you practiced really hard and got really good and had something to say there was an audience ready and willing to hear it.\u00c2\u00a0 Addicted to the radio.\u00c2\u00a0 Not distracted by hand-held communicators or computers.<\/p>\n

These were our heroes.<\/p>\n

And sure, some of them were flashes in the pan.<\/p>\n

But not all of them.<\/p>\n

The album era is over.\u00c2\u00a0 It’s hard to know anything as well as we did then, because instead of scarcity, we’ve now got abundance.\u00c2\u00a0 TV shows get a fraction of the ratings and artists get a fraction of the attention.<\/p>\n

Things have changed.<\/p>\n

But not our memories.<\/p>\n

Forty years on, Jackson Browne has a catalog.\u00c2\u00a0 He can perform for two hours and we know every song, and he can go on tour year after year and play different material.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s the life of an artist.\u00c2\u00a0 Not the momentary success, but the ongoing commitment.\u00c2\u00a0 To getting better.<\/p>\n

Not that we always know who’s going to get better.\u00c2\u00a0 After the Eagles told Jackson they’d no longer be doing outside material he told them that was a mistake.\u00c2\u00a0 He had to laugh looking back.

Now for me some words come easy<\/span>
But I know that they don’t mean that much<\/span>
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch<\/span><\/p>\n

Words come easier to me than love.\u00c2\u00a0 Maybe because my parents never touched me.\u00c2\u00a0 But I am old enough to know life doesn’t mean much if you don’t have someone to share it with.\u00c2\u00a0 Art helps, but it is not enough.<\/p>\n

But art gets you through.<\/p>\n

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