Some bare facts about Zevon.
You can also read his Wikipedia entry.
His parents were friends with Igor Stravinsky
and he visited him and inspired Warren to be a musician. But his parents would divorce, making Warren
the product of a broken home. He was a prodigy. He was composing folk and rock songs while
still in his teens and by his early twenties was composing for movies and other
performers. He produced his first album
by the mid seventies and went on to have an up and down career, mostly because of
the quirky nature of his songs (they weren’t exactly pop oriented) and because
of his drug and alcohol problems. I have
to say I think his music is more than quirky; it’s distinct, polished, and
innovative. He’s always had the respect
of major musicians. Unfortunately Zevon
acquired cancer and died prematurely at the age of 56 in September of 2003.
Some of his songs you regularly hear on the radio today are “Werewolves
of London” (his one big hit), “Lawyers, Guns, and Money,” and “Excitable Boy.”
The focus of the Zevon article at First Things was on the
one hand a ten year anniversary retrospective of his passing, but also how he had
secretly held on to his religious faith.
From the article:
For all his talent, however, Zevon had
a dark side. For much of his life, he was a serious alcoholic and suffered from
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. He wrecked his marriage with frequent affairs.
At times, he was better known for his flights of rage than his music. And yet,
as terrible and inexcusable as his behavior could be, Zevon’s relatives and
friends still remember him with much affection. There are many reasons for
this, but one of them may be that Warren Zevon was a man of quiet, resilient
faith.
Faith is not something usually
associated with the rocker who belted out “Werewolves” and wrote the even more
macabre “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner.” But faith there was.
In 2002, after he was stricken with
terminal cancer, and given just three months to live, Zevon was asked whether his illness had changed his
spiritual outlook. “No,” he said without hesitation, “I’ve always been a
Christian.” Testifying to that is the cross Warren wore around his neck during
the last year of his life. Everywhere he was seen during that period—on a VH-1 documentary, on the David Letterman Show, in his recording
studio—it was seen, too.
Zevon said, “I’ve always been a Graham
Greene guy, haven’t I? It’s alluded to in many albums.”
We went there often and just sat and
held hands. It was Catholic, and he decided we should convert. He meant it. . .
. He bought me a little gold cross to wear around my neck and told me we’d have
a dozen babies and he’d play whatever music suited him and life would be grand.
I wasn’t too enamored of the Catholic part, but I did love the reverence it
brought up in him.
In my
appreciation post here, I want to highlight a few of my favorite Zevon songs. I was knocked out with “Lawyers, Guns, and
Money” the minute I first heard it. Quirky
for sure, but an odd take on the Cold War of the time, taking on a sort
anti-heroic James Bond character.
Quirky is
one aspect of Zevon’s songs, and that’s what seems to be highlighted, but what
I think is the other major aspect is a melancholy self pity from his inability
to overcome his dysfunctions. Here is
his beautiful song of addiction and love, “Carmelita.”
Here are the
first stanza and chorus.
I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park
Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
There are
several elements to Zevon’s music I find innovative. The way he fills the background sound space with
vocals and accompaniment is one. It
sounds closer to classical vocal accompaniment to my ear than pop songs. Listen how arranges the backing vocals on “Accidently
Like A Martyr” while the piano and electric guitar weave a sad melody around it.
I would be
remiss if I didn’t highlight the amazing lyrical brilliance in that song’s
chorus:
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
In one little stanza he yokes together the
effervescence of true love with a self destructive fateful end.
And finally I want to post what I think is
his best composition, a song that combines the quirkiness, melancholy, the innovative
arrangement, and the self pity at his self destructiveness, “Desperadoes Under
The Eaves.” I’m going to quote all lyrics
on this one. And that sad violin intro
is absolutely perfection.
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmm, mmm, mmm…
........................... Look
away..........................................
(Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmm, mmm, mmm…
........................... Look
away..........................................
(Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
That is one of the most remarkable songs
of any genre, let alone pop songs. Rest
in peace Mr. Zevon. May you be in a
better place, arranging songs for choirs of angels.
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