I’ve said it before—but I pick out records to review using a random system. At one point I had an elaborate process using a deck of cards, which is a lot more romantic than the way I do it now: I have all my records in a spreadsheet, and I use an online random number generator. Still, it works—and the reason I do this is because otherwise, choosing would be paralyzing. Especially considering I own records by people I know—and even a couple I’ve played on. I have favorites, naturally, as well as records I’ve barely listened to. Anyway, lately, there is no one I’ve enjoyed listening to more than Sammi Smith. I only discovered her because I saw one of her LPs at the used store and I liked the cover. I’d never heard of her. Which might seem like, to her fans, someone saying they just discovered Elvis. Yet, that’s what the entire younger, and yet younger, generations have to do with all music. You’re not born knowing it. So, well, I’m just a big fan of Sammi Smith. I’m like the kind person who might travel somewhere to see her, and it would be like a religious experience—that’s music at its best. So, it’s beyond heartbreaking that she’s no longer with us. But then, heartbreak is like my default state, so I can, more or less, revel in the sadness and longing that are inherent in a lot of these classic county songs, while feeling that extra level of longing and sadness, knowing that I am not living on the same plane of existence. It helps/doesn’t help, that ghostly photo on the cover, and the fan-club intimate notes on back—Height: 5 Feet, etc., and including Favorite Food: Soft Tacos with Ortega Green Chili Sauce.
If it sounds like I’ve been drinking—it’s not so—but I just re-read what I wrote about this record the last time I listened to it—I had opened this document, and wrote kind of freely, thinking I’d post something about it, at some point. Well, what I wrote then REALLY sounds like I’d been dri9nkjing. Maybe I was—after all, if I started drinking again, I’d probably be the last to know. Anyway, in my current “sober” state, it’s quite embarrassing. Fortunately, I have to option, and the authority, to just delete the whole paragraph. And thank God. Maybe by the time I finish the review, I’ll have come to my senses and delete the above paragraph, as well. In fact, maybe I’ll delete what I’m writing right now, and start over.
According to online sources, Sammi Smith released her first LP in 1970—which was called “He’s Everywhere”—after the excellent Gene Dobbins/Jean Whitehead song by the same title that sits in the middle of Side Two on this one. Kind of a sick place to put a song that’s so emotional it nearly makes you want to collapse in a heap. Later, that LP was re-released as “Help Me Make It Through the Night,” as that was a huge hit from that album. That Kris Kristofferson song may be one of the best and most well-known songs Sammi Smith has recorded—it’s one of my favorites—and it starts out this collection. She then put out albums in 1971 and 1972, and then oddly, this “Best of” record in 1972. Is it odd to put out a best of record that soon? Not when it’s this record.
All ten songs are excellent, of course, but—besides the above— particular other favorites here are: the Janette Tooley song, “When Michael Calls” (weirdly, there’s a horror movie with that name, starring Ben Gazzara, from this same year). “Teardrops in My Heart,” by Vaughn Horton, is a great one—a heart metaphor I wouldn’t have thought of. Also, “For the Kids,” by Shel Silverstein (someone I actually was in the same room with). “Then You Walk In,” a song by David Malloy and Johnny Wilson, would be a hit for anyone—but especially this version. My very favorite on this record, though, is another Kris Kristofferson song, “I’ve Got To Have You,” which was a hit for Carly Simon—and I love Carly Simon, but this version is 100 times better. It’s probably my favorite Sammi Smith song, at this point, and that means it’s my favorite song in the world on this otherwise bleak Tuesday in February 2022.
Recent Comments