Music from Big Pink
Music from Big Pink (in Ohio in 1968, we thought that Big Pink was the name of the band; Pink Floyd members might think that was funny) and The Band (their second record) were positive and unifying when everything else was falling apart. Country music was “Okie from Muskogee.” Rock and roll was “We are the forces of chaos and anarchy” and “Anastasia screamed in vain.” Rock and rollers visiting people who listened to country music ended with the shootings in Easy Rider. And The Band sang “We can talk about it.” A friend who used LSD in those days said he would play Music From Big Pink when he was coming down from a trip because The Band had been in dark places and made it back. Those records were a positive force when nothing else was. Even the plain photo of real people on the inside spread of the record cover was a positive statement.
I have heard that kids these days make faces when they hear old-timers praise The Band. It’s a country band, they say, and Helm’s manure-tinged twang and Manuel’s falsetto just get on their nerves. The band sings about milking a cow—not only country but also from the 1930s. But listening to it now I say this album has Dylan tunes, horns, at least eight bars of syncopation, and the wild organ of “Chest Fever”—clearly rock. The vocals for “and (and) (and)” in “The Weight”–not country. Some of it might even be pop–”Caledonia Mission.” Don’t know how many songs have “hexagram” in the lyrics, by the way.
Friends once said that the singer in “Long Black Veil” is a sap—he’d be better off saying he slept with his best friend’s wife and being alive. I think I’d generalize that one shouldn’t engage in behavior that one wouldn’t use as an alibi for murder.