A night of reverie.
Tonight (Saturday April 14, 2012), Laura Nyro will be posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the occasion of her induction, I would like to ruminate on one of my very favourite artists and her career, and jump into the middle of my series to a magical concert I saw Nyro give in Toronto, on a hot July night in 1989.
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I remember seeing Laura Nyro’s name for the first time. It was on the label of my sister’s 45 of Three Dog Night’s 1969 hit cover of her tune, “Eli’s Coming.”
There was something about that name …. it was flagged into my consciousness. Perhaps it was that “Nyro” sounded exotic. Perhaps it was that you didn’t see many female names as a solo songwriting credit in those days.
I was thrilled to realize I still had this: my sister’s 45 of Three Dog Night’s 1969 hit version of Nyro’s “Eli’s Coming.” Note they added a “g” to “Comin’,” probably to soften the title (All label scans by VA).
In short order, I learned that she had penned a series of recent big pop numbers. The 5th Dimension became the most successful commercial vehicle for her songcraft via chart-bothering, sugared-up renditions of “Stoned Soul Picnic,” “Wedding Bell Blues,” “Sweet Blindness,” and “Save the Country.” There was also La Babs scoring her first big “modern” hit single with “Stoney End,” Blood, Sweat and Tears’ dramatic, bombastic take on “And When I Die,” and, of course, Three Dog Night (Todd Rundgren, Elton John, Elvis Costello, Joni Mitchell, Rickie Lee Jones, Alice Cooper (?!), and many others have talked about the impact that Nyro’s music had on their own).
These songs contained melodic motifs that I recognized and liked, even if I wasn’t normally a fan of the artist covering the tune. I was still a kid at the time and, therefore, wouldn’t have been parsing out the auteur-isms in these tunes analytically so much as intuitively, picking up on those aesthetic elements that consistently appealed to me. Even under the gloss, it was still there: that Pagan Soul.
It seemed to be relaying that life could be light, life could be dark, and life could be deep.
“Wedding Bell Blues,” later a US No. 1 hit for The 5th Dimension, from Nyro’s first album, More Than A New Discovery (later reissued as The First Songs).
Over time, I started reading about her: the eccentricities; the acid trips; her sensitive nature; her (supposedly) poorly received set at Monterey Pop; her communicating with musicians through colours rather than words; her early retirement, marriage, motherhood, and divorce; and then, later, the mid-‘70s comeback and the long, purportedly happy relationship with painter Maria Desiderio.
I began noticing her own albums in the shops. She cut quite a visual figure, with the whole ethereal, gothic, menacing, hippy-gypsy earth mother trip, embodying a dark velvet twilight tone.
(Photo from the Ondarock website)
While certainly curious, I didn’t get to actually hear her until the 1976 comeback, when I wandered into Records on Wheels one day while they were spinning the brand-new Smile. I was pleased to finally hear her striking voice, and the record’s languid vibe appealed to my afro-ed/suede-clogged/flared mid-decade “earthiness.”
But I never owned it until I got a copy from my friend, Special Guests, in 1984.
Overall, I enjoyed and played the cassette frequently. But it was the two-part, eponymously named closing track that most grabbed me, beginning with one of the album’s most beguiling melodies before segueing into its free-form coda: an impressionistic, abstract koto-fest. I didn’t yet know that this track was the clearest link to the earlier, weirder Nyro in her prime, and that Smile was the album that marked a far less ambitious and super-charged approach to music for her. I hadn’t really had “The Full Nyro.” Yet.
Mid-’70s Mellow (& ’80s too): Smile (1976), Season of Lights, In Concert (1977), Nested (1978), and Mother’s Spiritual (1984).
That happened about a year later. I was an assistant manager at a West London, Ontario “XYZ Records,” and came across a budget-line cassette copy of Eli and the Thirteenth Confession, from 1968. I put the purchase on when I got into my car, and: Wow!
And that was that.
The impact was instant.
It’s when you recognize that thing, and you realize you’ve been co-existing all along … and finally the twain meets.
I spent the rest of the decade tracking down the remainder of her then-hard-to-find catalogue. Probably a month hasn’t gone by since where I haven’t played at least one Nyro song.
A few dollars well spent: my cassette copy of Eli and the Thirteenth Confession.
I also discovered that we had most of her albums at the radio station where I’d started DJ’ing in 1984, and I began regularly featuring her music on my show. Each week during my shift, I would present an hour-long special recapping an artist’s career, discussing the related key events/info, reading from magazine interviews etc., in between spinning highlights from their catalogue. I did a couple of Nyro specials during my years there, and each time received calls from listeners who’d had no idea that one person had written this whole group of songs — and how much more interesting the originals were.
Indeed, hearing her compositions directly from the source and via her own stubborn, brilliant artistry was akin to hearing Little Richard after years of Pat Boone. While some of the covers make for great pop — especially those by the 5th Dimension — I infinitely prefer her passionate, hysteria-to-silence-arc psychodramas, with her voice scaling endorphin highs and then swooping down into long-sustained single sullen syllables.
(Photo from Kiko’s House blog)
Yet, her material was portable. Laura possessed effortless melodic skills, and had a strong grasp on songwriting history, drawing inspiration from more classic sources such as Broadway, Brill Building Pop, and Tin Pan Alley, all clearly reflected in her body of work and informing her grander gestures.
Also front-and-centre were the earthier influences of Soul/R&B, Motown, the Girl Groups, Doo-Wop, Gospel, Folk, and her own teenage nights spent singing on Bronx street corners with friends. There’s Jazz too, and the Avant-Garde, and the more offbeat Classical composers, such as Ravel and Debussy. They’re all ebbing and flowing at the party.
At its most potent, her music is a hypnotic synthesis of, and battle between, forces of light and darkness, with neither grabbing the crown for long — particularly light.
Nyro at her finest comes off a bit like a melding of Martha Reeves and Barbra Streisand, paired with Bacharach/David or Goffin/King, undertaking a musical project with Alice Coltrane. I’ve always felt that, aesthetically if not musically, what Patti Smith was to the mid-’70s, Laura Nyro had been to the late ’60s.
Then there are her lyrics: dark, sometimes elliptical or surrealistic poetic reports on an enticing/repelling urban dystopia, with dazed desperation and hard, high times as part of daily living. In later years she shifted towards hazy peans to lives of laid-back agrarian contentment, yet these sometimes overly light-musically releases also explored feminist and environmental themes. While there are some great moments on the latter albums, I admit I prefer The Personal Nyro to The Topical Nyro.
I was surprised to discover when I read Tom King’s David Geffen tome, The Operator (Geffen was Nyro’s early manager and his first cause célèbe in the Industry), that her early lyrics were often largely autobiographical. Case in point: my favourite Nyro tune, the harrowing “Poverty Train.” I had assumed that a lot of the lyrics in those early songs were observational character sketches and fictional interior monologues. Nope. She was living a pretty heavy life in turn-of-the-’70s Hell’s Kitchen.
Finally, there is her voice, a stunning, singular instrument of some range — and a good part of what kept her own performances off the charts in contrast to the more commercial, vanilla interpretations. It vacillates from barely audible whispers to fever-dream reveries and nightmares: possessed, exuberant, undone.
Her first five albums, released between 1967-1971, are the essential core of her output and artistic reputation. 1967’s More Than A New Discovery (later reissued as The First Songs) had an accessible pop sound she never liked (I think it works beautifully), while her 1968 Columbia debut, Eli and the Thirteenth Confession, perfected her trade-mark sound (it was also one of my 15 Favourite Albums). She would take Eli‘s approach to its dense peak on 1969’s New York Tendaberry, her dark valentine to her hometown, and then into alternately mellow and improvisational avenues on 1970’s Christmas and the Beads of Sweat. 1971’s Gamble & Huff-produced collaboration with Labelle, Gonna Take A Miracle, was a breathless love letter to the vocal favourites from her youth, and is one of the few “tribute” albums that truly works on its own merit.
And then it was retirement and a low-key marriage out of the spotlight to a carpenter.
The core, essential, first five albums: More Than A New Discovery/The First Songs (1967), Eli and the Thirteenth Confession (1968), New York Tendaberry (1969), Christmas and the Beads of Sweat (1970), and Gonna Take A Miracle with Labelle (1971).
For someone whose work can still be heard on radios and elevators, much of her personal public visibility long ago eroded. Of course, that was part of the plan. When mogul David Geffen was just starting out, he championed her work, set her up with a sweet publishing deal (which he didn’t do too badly on either), and wanted to turn her into a major star in her own right. Laura, however, had other plans. King writes in The Operator that it “stunned (Geffen) that Nyro seemed content with the status she had achieved as a cult figure, and it was now becoming clear that the two had different goals.”
A rare television appearance on Kraft Music Hall Presents the Sounds of the Sixties, which aired on January 15th, 1969. Laura performed “He’s A Runner” and the then-new “Save the Country” (below). She starts out “Runner” tentatively, then really goes “Full Nyro” on us. “Now I’m in chains till I die!” … another light hearted moment with Laura … (Vids courtesy of YouTube)
But some of that erasure, especially in light of how long it has taken her to be admitted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, is probably also down to that, while Nyro’s music houses and synergizes many different styles, “rock music” itself barely registers as an ingredient among all the genres I discussed earlier. It’s rock music more in attitude than execution, leaving Nyro an uncomfortable fit for “rock icon” status.
Nyro became an increasingly stronger presence in my music-listening life as the ‘80s moved along. So, the announcement of this neatly timed Toronto date was an occasion of much rejoicing by me. However, this Saturday began focusing on a totally different concert: The Rolling Stones upcoming September show at CNE Stadium, their first trip to Toronto in close to a decade via their Steel Wheels tour.
I was up with the roosters to stand in a ticket line-up, sucking back coffee in the morning sun, my eyeballs on my cheeks behind dark sunglasses. A good friend of mine from the period, who I’ll call Keith Garcia-Westerberg (after Richards, Jerry, and Paul — he’ll be popping up in this series often between 1988-1990), was a Stones FANATIC at that time, and they were one of the things we had bonded over. He was a fellow music nut who, having recently relocated to Southwestern Ontario for school from remote, northern Ontario as well as being younger than me, meant that he was only now finally getting to see some of the live acts he had dreamed about while up near the Manitoba border. And the Stones were who he wanted to see most of all.
When word came to him via a radio announcement — back in a world largely cell phone and Internet-free — that bracelets for the Stones’ Toronto concert tickets were to go on sale at noon, he hoodwinked a later-perturbed co-worker into hurriedly rushing him downtown to deal with a time-sensitive “emergency.” Once there, the not-amused impromptu taxi service was also reluctantly roped into line to collect a second bracelet, for two tickets each.
Major Lance’s “Monkey Time” and Martha and the Vandellas “Dancing In the Street,” from Gonna Take A Miracle, with Labelle (1971).
During this time and into the 1990s, I kept a journal that includes some detailed recaps of some of the live shows I attended during this era. Furthermore, this time frame also corresponds with when I was seeing my largest overall number of gigs (a dead lucky coincidence for me in writing this series). For a Tuesday, July 18, 1989 entry, recapping the previous five days, I noted that Keith G-W and I “had the 2nd & 3rd bracelets in the lineup — as it turned out, #1 didn’t show up — so we had the 1st & 2nd. Got tickets for a bunch of people (we got 7th row centre!!!).”
The person in the lineup behind us turned out to be “Marianne Pallenberg” (as in Faithfull and Anita), who’ll also be showing up during the mid-to-late 1980s, as will her boyfriend during that time and one of my best friends of the period, “Jimmy Richards” (as in Page and Keith — I’ve already introduced him over on Open Salon via my piece on the Christmas robberies and Christian defections I had to deal with through a very un-merry December 1986).
Keith G-W and I had seen Keith Richards and the X-Pensive Winos put on a to-die-for show the previous December at The Fox Theater in Detroit, and we were now pretty stoked about getting to see the finally reunited Rolling Stones.
Keith had worked himself up into a right state about wanting to get great seats for the Stones (“he was totally hyper throughout the whole thing”) and that, combined with having to have gotten up early for a weekend, left Keith feeling a little drained. He had already agreed to come and see Nyro with me, but come Saturday morning, he was trying to talk his way out of coming on the Toronto trek for that night. He wasn’t overly familiar with Nyro’s music and pleaded exhaustion, but I managed to talk him back on board … and away we went in my Pontiac for one of many trips to Toronto during 1989.
Among the reasons I didn’t want him backing out is that we were slated to crash at his sister’s apartment that night, and I didn’t want to have to drive back to London after the show (i.e., I wanted to hit the bars afterwards, ending up at the Rivoli for Heimlich Maneuver). We did indeed end up staying at her place, and on the following Sunday afternoon while still there, I jotted down four pocket-sized notepad pages-worth of recollections of the previous night’s stunning gig.
Nyro had recently returned to live performances after a long, mothering-focused layoff. To the best of my knowledge, this gig at the Music Hall was her first Toronto show since the Smile tour in ‘76. This former vaudeville theatre was the perfect, intimate venue: no bad seats in the house, with the two of us sitting stage left, just a few rows back.
And then she appeared, walking out to a reverential, rapturous, rapacious response from the filled-theatre faithful.
I don’t need notes to remind me of how hot her back-up band was, one that included her long-time percussionist, Nydia “Liberty” Mata (who was warmly acknowledged during the band introduction). My notes mention the “great harmonies,” and that she had “restructured a lot of her older tunes, with “Wedding Bell Blues” as “probably the least changed.”
I also didn’t need notes to recall the guy sitting a few rows in front of me yelling “Where’s Eli?” during each song break, until Nyro replyed with a deflective “Don’t ask.”
As live Nyro performances had been scarce to non-existent for a decade and half, there was a real sense of occasion to this night. Intensity is often heightened when you are seeing an act where one is pretty damn sure that this will be will be the only time to see them perform in the flesh. The as-in-a-dream audience soaked up every minute, while Laura seemed truly happy and recharged about performing live.
“You can shine on us anytime,” came one of the night’s heart-felt shout-outs from a crowd cruising on a mellow bliss. Nyro herself wasn’t reticent, discussing her finally quitting smoking, and talking about the new songs while reminding the audience that “many of these songs are from my new album — you DO know I have a new album out?”
That album in question was Laura Nyro at the Bottom Line, recorded during her 1988 return to the stage and famed NYC venue, released a few months after this concert. If you listen to the Bottom Line disc, you’ll get a pretty good idea of what I got to hear in Toronto, with the supporting live tour representing a goodly portion of the setlist, and sound.
Columbia, her long-time label, didn’t want to release it. Instead, it was issued independently (and unfortunately with a bad cover to boot), and sometimes tends to get left of out her discography, perhaps seen as a routine live stop-gap. That’s a real shame, because it sports seven new or non-album songs, some re-arranged — and improved — latter-day numbers plus some new covers, leaving Bottom Line as largely an album of new material, recorded live.
In fact, I feel that two of the finest LPs of her post-1971 output are the two live discs: At The Bottom Line, and the even better Season of Lights from the 1976 tour. I tend not to be a big fan of live albums, but this is one of those rare occasions where a particular artist at a certain moment fared better when recorded by, arranged for, and delivered via a live unit.
For me, the definitive version of “And When I Die” is the languid, jazzy arrangement from Season of Lights, her 1977 LP recorded during the 1976 Smile tour.
Many of the new numbers were part of tonight’s set, and I was surprised and impressed by there being that much fresh material, in particular “The Japanese Restaurant Song,” a humorous offering, recapping the mirth and frustration involved in family dinners out (“One of the new songs I really liked was something about a Japanese restaurant — it details what she’s been doing lately … Some great lines in the song.”).
“The Japanese Restaurant Song” from Laura Nyro Live at the Bottom Line, recorded in 1988.
I also enjoyed the “atmospheric” “The Ocean” (or “Roll of the Ocean” as I later learned), “Wild World,” and the a cappella “Women of the One World” along with significantly bettered versions of Mother’s Spiritual’s “Sophia” and “To A Child,” and a bevy of great covers, those already established (“Monkey Time” and “Up On the Roof”) as well as new ones (“High Heeled Sneakers” and “I’m So Proud.”)
Of course, she treated her fans to plenty of her best-known songs as well, including “Emmie,” “Timer,” “Time and Love,” and a solo “And When I Die,” while “When I Was A Freeport and You Were the Main Drag,” was a particular highlight for me.
And “Stoned Soul Picnic”: Such an apt title for how intoxicating Nyro was live. She was one of those performers who seemed to really go to a place outside herself while on the stage, emitting that transportive vibe to her audience via song. Keith and I were both completely sober for this show but were so mesmerized, the music and experience functioned like a drug.
For instance: she closed out the evening with a solo cover of “Dedicated to the One I Love,” and near the end, hit and held a note so intense, so pure, so emotional, that Keith lost it, unconsciously bleating out a verbal exhalation, so completely given over to the moment was he.
(Photo from Wikipedia)
After the show, over a late night bite in Chinatown, he couldn’t thank me enough for having talked him back in to going, so blown away was he by her performance.
It was an evening infused with memories and benchmarks for artist and audience, the latter revisiting where and when each first interwove with Laura’s loom, and perhaps recalling that far-away time in their life as well. Laura herself was reaching back too, obviously getting a buzz out of covering old r&b and girl group chestnuts (I noted that “I’m So Proud”/ “Dedicated to the One I Love” were “possibly the best sung of the night — she sure hasn’t lost her voice”), and prefacing “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” by affectionately talking about how “she used to go outside at night when she was young and sing it.”
Nyro’s Final Three Discs: Walk the Dog and Light the Light (1993), the self-curated Stoned Soul Picnic 2-CD Best Of (1997), and Angel in the Dark, covering her superb final recordings from 1994-1995 (released posthumously in 2001). Angel in the Dark is a particular favourite of mine but also frustrating as it clearly shows she was creatively re-energized once again. It’s a shame to think where she may have gone from here.
For those of us there on that night, we wanted and got our “Wedding Bell Blues” and “Stoned Soul Picnic.” And the charge of Nyro’s electricity, which we carried back out onto the steamy July Toronto streets.
Laura returned to regular live performance for the next several years.
This concert was the only time I ever got to see her live.
Laura Nyro died of ovarian cancer on April 8, 1997. It was the same disease that had taken her mother’s life, and at the same age.
She will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on April 14, 2012.
Yep, I can surry: “Stoned Soul Picnic” from Eli and the Thirteenth Confession (1968).
Next On Stage –> My look back at Ottawa Bluesfest 2010 picks up again with a highly anticipated set by the Arcade Fire, shortly before the release of The Suburbs.
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