In the between Rachel Sweet’s first LP (“Fool Around,” which I’ll get around to writing about some day) and her second, this one, from 1980, the album artwork (she’s wearing leather, and posing with much younger kids on front and back—pretty charming, really) leads us to believe she went from being a girl to being a woman. I suppose, age-wise, in a legal sense, that’s close to being true—but who knows. She comes across as a mature, seasoned singer on that first one—I love that record. I was sad, back then, as well as now, that I don’t like this one as much. It’s too 1980s, jaunty, new-wavy for me—I’m not crazy about the backing musicians—to erect and coked up—not necessarily literally. Maybe too much English breakfast tea. And too much guitar. But Rachel Sweet’s singing is great, and the song selection is interesting. She wrote or co-wrote a third of this record, including the kind of incredible, steamy last song, “Tonight Ricky”—which for a long time I thought was the sexiest song I’d ever heard. It still might be—what would have taken its place? It was also exciting that she did The Damned’s “New Rose”—a pretty bold punk statement at the time (and my favorite Damned song). My favorite song on the record is the Velvet Underground song, “New Age”—and seeing how Lou Reed is my all-time favorite songwriter, that’s not surprising. This version is a pretty mainstream arrangement, but the combination of her singing and it being a great song still gives me goosebumps—I’m not kidding. It also led me, on this evening, to go back and compare the versions from “Loaded” and “Live 1969,” I believe it was—I love them both. This is the earlier version with the Robert Mitchum line. I didn’t realize that Tori Amos recorded the other version, and I just listened to it—it’s satisfyingly strange.
The first thing I did while listening to this was look up Rachel Sweet online—something I hadn’t done since online was a possibility—and with a little trepidation. How often do I look someone up and find only tragedy? I’m kind of ashamed to say that, as much of a fan of her as I was back in the day, I probably hadn’t read about her in the time between when my Rolling Stone subscription ran out and the Internet was invented—and then some. It turns out she’s been busy and successful, and I don’t know how I missed so much—except that you could fill an IMDb-like-website with the stuff I’ve missed. Well… when the last part of your Wikipedia page says you unloaded Madonna’s former multi-million dollar home, that probably more likely indicates years of adventurous decorating than it does houselessness. Anyway, that brings me back to remembering my love for Rachel Sweet, over 40 years ago—which doesn’t make me feel old as much as… I don’t know… something about still being connected to the past. I wondered back then and still wonder now, who was making decisions about this and that, in regard to her career. Maybe there will be a documentary some day. All of this also reminded me of the one time I saw her live—probably around the time this record came out—at a fairly small venue, maybe it was the Cleveland Agora?* It was a great show—she was a confident and seasoned performer—still a teenager. Also, pretty sexy, of course—but I remember her evoking more of the image put forth by that first record—than this second one—very young and lovely and charming and fun. I even remember that she was wearing tight jeans, and her zipper (either by design, or due to being just that relaxed) was halfway down. There’s an image for you!
*A side note—while looking stuff up, I saw a YouTube post—a full concert (audio only) that is pretty great, and may well be the show I was at. It says Agora, Cleveland, 4-29-1980. It’s a fine recording, a pretty excellent document. At about the 20 minute mark, during the intro to “New Age,” I swear I can hear my friend, Brad (who I attended with) (AKA Jimmy Ego, of the Bursting Brains), yell, “Bursting Brains!” We’ve been missing Brad terribly for over 30 years now—kind of haunting to hear that—but also kind of great.
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