Guy Clark was the Hemingway of the Texas expats, living beyond the confines of structural Music Row hitmaking. A Grammy-winner, painter, man in full, his songs capture pathos, small pleasures and what it means to be heroic over the course of almost a century. Today, he died. I look back on a longstanding friendship and the kind of person he was.
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“There’s only two kinds of music: the blues and zippety doo-dah.”
Townes Van Zandt
It’s 10 o’clock on an abandoned Music Row. The year is 1985. In a third floor office in an old house that serves as the offices for the Oak Ridge Boys’ Silverline/Goldline Music Publishing, Steve Earle brings the chair he’s leaning back in down hard, flipping his hair out of his eyes for emphasis.
He may be doing the very first interview for Guitar Town, an album that will bring the hardcore blue collar back into country music and fire the rock edges to a steely edhe, but there was a far more important point to make.Leaning forward, he announces, “Townes Van Zandt is the best damned songwriter in the world - and I’ll stand on Bob Dylan’s coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.
Swagger? Bravado? The brazen declaration of a young man about to explode? Absolutely. But for Earle - and the quote heard round and around the world - it was also a matter of homage to a man who set the bar for a maverick kid who couldn’t seem to walk enough of a line to get and keep a record deal.
Never mind that his record would be cited by The New York Times, Rolling Stone, Newsweek, The Los Angeles Times, Spin, The Chicago Tribune and beyond as not only one of the year’s great debuts, but one of the year’s finest records, period. Nor that Guitar Town - along with Dwight Yoakam’s Guitars, Cadillacs and the soon to be arriving Lyle Lovett, Nanci Griffith and kd lang-would ignite a progressive /traditional country revolution, which Earle would deem “the Great Credibility Scare of the late 80s.”
No, Earle was raised in the realm of the great Texas troubadours. For them the song was everything. The song was holy, the master to be served and honored. Indeed, the song was the reason for being. These were taskmasters pure and simple - and they kept their standards high.
“I remember Townes was in the audience one night,” Earle said of their first meeting, “and I knew it was him. He kept yelling for ‘The Wabash Cannonball,’ said ‘How could I be a folk singer if I didn’t know ‘The Wabash Cannonball’…”
And Earle, equally brash, silenced the sinewy songwriter with a dead perfect rendition of TVZ’s wickedly difficult “Mr. Mudd and Mr Gold.” It was the beginning of a Captain and the Kid mentorship that was both tough love and exacting standards - two things that define who Earle is today as a man, an activist and an artist.
“Well, it wasn’t like Townes was gonna go down to Music Row and go ‘produce this’,” laughs Grammy-winning Texas expat artist/songwriter Rodney Crowell. “Those performances were moments - and the recordings were documents, not productions. That wouldn’t work, because you knew he was living that shit.
“I mean, back in ‘72 when Townes‘d hit town, staying at Amy Martin’s place, all us wanna be writers at the time would stand around roasting weenies, all wanting to write songs with him… and he’d be upstairs kicking dope. He seemed so exotic and hardcore.”Crowell had originally run into Van Zandt at Houston’s Sand Mountain Coffeehouse in 1970 “or 71,” where he was initially transfixed by his performing style. “He was a little dangerous, a little out on the edge - not in a Ramones bang you over the head way, but just that kind of brilliance he had was a little spooky. Just this snakish charisma that drew you in…”
And therein lies the enigma that defines Van Zandt’s legend. With two biographies - John Kruth’s award-winning To Live’s To Fly and Robert Earl Hardy’s A Deeper Blue-and a documentary ‘Be Here To Love Me,” the facts of his life are more than laid out. Yet even the concrete details can’t define or hold the man who wrote with a razor and howled like a soul lost.
No, Van Zandt’s gift was his ability to always pass through, to remain somehow transparent and yet unabashedly the most here-it-is person in the room. If you saw him, you couldn’t forget him… and if you heard him, you were going to respond.“Lungs,” “Tecumseh Valley,” “Loretta,” “To Live Is To Fly,” “If I Needed You,” “St John The Gambler,” “For The Sake of the Song,” “No Place To Fall,” “White Frieghtliner Blues” are the tip of the iceberg. With a Townes Van Zandt song, there was no way out - only down and through.
“I was driving through Southern Vermont,” recalls jam goddess/rocker Grace Potter, who’s been cited for her own allegorical and deeply personal writing. “It was the summer I got my drivers license, so this was a total freedom drive. I didn’t need to be anywhere and I was just driving.
“There was a cassette in this pile that said ‘Townes,’ and I had no idea. I didn’t know who’s it was… just figured it was some show at Town Hall. But I put it in and ‘Waiting Around to Die’ played, and I couldn’t even drive. I had to pull over because it was so full of pain, but so beautiful at the same time. There was no anger, just this voice letting it go, just put it out there… So poetic that suffering.
“I’d been digging Neil Young and Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, but this was something else. I mean, he’d bunk up at Motel 6s, eat at Denny every day, drink himself silly and sing until he fell over… he was that pure and that committed to doing it.“And those songs could have been played by minstrels in the Mideval days. It was that simple, you know? That basic truth was everything - and he sure owned A Minor!”
Potter is a B-3/Flying V-playing firebrand in her own way. Vivacious. Brilliant. Candid. With her band the Nocturnals, she has toured with Gov’t Mule, My Morning Jacket and the Black Crowes - as well as being a regular on the festival circuit. A world away form Van Zandt’s austerity, her devotion is a witness to the vastness of Van Zandt’s soul-baring connection.
“Success means… that’s never gonna happen to me,” Van Zandt confessed to writer Wm Peck, who profiled the elusive guitarist for the now-defunct Look. “Heaven ain’t bad, but you don’t get a lot done. Selling a lot of records and getting to be a name, you end up knowing it isn’t the same - what you put in isn’t what they get out…
“To me, the music uncovers it all. I don’t even know what a problem is… just a lurking thing."
Much has been made about Van Zandt’s full-tilt wild side, his privileged background, his deep sadness, and yet, what struck so many who knew him was the brilliance with which he shone. It was a seeming contradiction, and yet it fired some of the most incisive writing into the human condition - be it the homeless soul who falls in love and watches her die “Marie,” the chilling, bristling “Snake Song” or the distraught “Cocaine Blues.”
“I met Townes in 67 or 68,” remembers Asleep at the Wheel’s anchor Ray Benson, as his erstwhile progenitors of Western swing enter their fourth decade. “It was the Second Fret, a club in Philadelphia where he was opening for Woody’s Truck Stop, which was Todd Rundgren’s band before the Nazz.
“There was a back room and I’d sneak in back there. One night, there was this guy from Texas who was really bright-eyed and energetic. So different from how he came to be known, you know? But then, it simple: I wanted to be a songwriter and he was a songwriter. But he was also a traveling troubadour… something, very honorable and necessary to really write the truth.
“In Elizabethan times, they were almost messengers who carried truths. In my mind, that’s what Townes did. In traveling, they pick up the stories of the people they meet - and they take them along, but they also influence the people who’re seeing them. In my mind, then, you have to be a troubadour to really be a songwriter.”
There’s a bit more to it than that, although Van Zandt was a big believer in being on the road, being amongst the people. It was also about applying standards that maintained the quality of the songs, the unburnished truths of the lives being captured.
“When we thought we were big stuff,” perhaps the most iconic of today’s Texas songwriters and arguably TVZ’s best friend Guy Clark remembers of the way they pushed themselves, “we’d sit and listen to Dylan Thomas read his poetry. Now that‘ll make you humble.”It was Clark who challenged a then 21-year old Crowell to delve into his friend’s songcraft.
“I remember Guy sitting me down and saying ‘One of the first things I gotta get you to do is understand how great Townes is… and he really worked to get me to see how poetically inspired his work was. Guy made me listen to everything, every work tape… to show me this is the bar.
“And that poetic nature that’s so richly inside Townes‘ work is like standing in front of a Van Gogh or a Renoir. You want to be able to access that part of any artist or writer or poet… They show you what a true artist is capable of doing.”For one thing, a true artist can melt time and genres.
Two dozen years later, at the Proctor School in New Hampshire, 14-year old Elijah Berlow turns his fellow students on. In a world of beats, processed vocals and big productions, Van Zandt’s potency cuts through to yet another generation.“He’s such a poet,” confesses the high school freshman who is also an acolyte of Lou Reed, the Rolling Stones, Neil Young and Iggy Pop, “a really, really sad depressed poet. I tell my friends: ‘Listen to the words…’ cause at first, you know, they don’t; they’re about the sounds. But you put on ‘Flying Shoes,’ and they don’t have a chance.
‘I tell’em ‘Keep listening! Over and over ’til you get it’ and they always come back blown away. My friends are inspired. They wanna write songs, but then they realize this is way hard… And sometimes I’ll use Steve Earle, one of the songs he covered, then move to Townes straight, but it’s always the same thing.
“He’s such a realist, you’ve got nowhere to go. It’s complicated what’s in the songs…. Then he makes it so simple, the way he writes it all down, you can’t miss what he’s singing about.”
That poetry that translates across generational lines also translates across cultures. Israeli superstar/songwriter David Broza (see sidebar) - who has worked with the words of prominent poets Percy Byshe Shelly, Walt Whitman, Elizabeth Bishop and Federico Garcia Lorca - recognized the essence in the singer/songwriter who would touch Broza’s career in the most startling of ways from beyond the grave in their one and only encounter at Houston’s Main Street Theater.
“I just sensed someone who’s very pure as an artist,” Broza marvels. “He spread around the chair where he was sitting all these charms, these lucky charms people had given him - and it was in that purity, that you got a real sense of what folk music is, what kind of a place it comes from.
“I was at a point in my career where I was still proving myself to audiences. I didn’t have a hit, so I was having to go from stage to stag working my way across the country. I knew I needed to impress him to keep him interested, so he wouldn’t go to his secondary songs., but then it seemed there were no secondary songs. Instead a Texas singer/songwriter/poet sat in front of me and showed me what that was with just a few words and the simplest melodies, but so much was said.”
Crowell concurs, looking at the way Van Zandt’s aesthetic sense informed his own writing. “With Townes, the words and melody are just seamless - and together they create this really visceral sense of place. I love when snogs evoke their subject matter so well, you’re there…“And it’s not that you can take that, but it inspires you to want to emulate that immediacy, to access a deeper part of you. Looking at my own songs, I know that without Guy’s tutorial, I would’ve probably never written ‘Til I Gain Control Again.’ I would’ve never reached that deep inside or tried to evoke so much of the poetry… and that’s what Townes brings out in people.”
“I’m more of a cheerful songwriter,” allows Potter, currently on the road with Brent Dennen. “But you hear a song like ‘Waiting Around To Die” and there’s such enormous despair, you’re consumed by it. Taken whole from a very few, very pure lines… and as a writer, who doesn’t want to do that? The way he does it so completely? Wow.“And it sets a standard.
Even his voice is poetry: the beauty is in the broken places! He always chose the perfect place, the perfect word to break… and he never overdid it. As a singer, that’s part of it, too: he knew his voice inside out, how to deliver his lines so he could deliver that pain and never let the emotion take over, but be so real because it’s true when he wrote it, you know that, but it doesn’t make it true every time you sing it. That’s the deeper poetry.”
Crowell, who can tell stories of Van Zandt’s inherent charisma and Puckishness leading girls carnally astray while their boyfriends toiled in the studio below, recognizes that poetry is as much how you capture the song.
“That was the thing about Townes,” says the man who got Emmylou Harris to cut her seminal version of Pancho & Lefty,” later a #1 country hit for Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard. “there was always an immediacy when he sang. It was always about the moment. To listen to Van Zandt’s records, it was like listening to Lightning Hopkins: very live, very there, very much this electric moment that you could feel.
“Townes was a gunfighter. He had electric reflexes - and he knew. He was always the fastest draw, period. If you ended up out in the street with him, you’d be shot through the heart, dead. End of story. It made him dangerous, but then he was also such a sweet, sweet soul - and that enigmatic quality is part of what made him so compelling.”
That unexpected sweet side. A man in love with his morning glories. A man who was okay to drift from friend’s couch to friend’s couch - and who would immortalize a pair of parakeets (Loop and Lil, who agree) in “If I Needed You,” also a #1 country record for Emmylou Harris with Don Williams.
“I’ve got a picture of Townes and me and Mickey Raphael (Willie Nelson’s long time harmonica player) from one of the early Farm Aids,” says Benson, “and he’s smiling this big smile. He’s just shining, and you can’t not look at him because that joy is all you can see.
“People talk about that dark side of him, but I never saw it. What I saw was pretty amazing, but it’s not what you ever hear mentioned.”John Prine - who covered “Loretta,” the perfect barroom consort portrait on the triple Grammy-nominated TVZ tribute Poet - has noted, “The last thing you want to do when you’re having a good time is stop and write a song about it. No, you wanna keep having that good time.”
Artists as diverse as Mudhoney with Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Norah Jones, Son Volt, Doc & Merle Watson, Evan Dando, Nana Mouskouri - in French, no less, Dashboard Confessional, Counting Crows, Glenn Yarbrough with the Jimmy Bowen Orchestra, Bob Dylan, Peter Rowan & Tony Rice, Cowboy Junkies and Robert Plant & Alison Krauss have all embraced his singular sense of lean lyric stretched over the essence of melody, the naked intensity of emotions distilled to their purest forms.“I hated it,” confesses the young Berlow. “I was maybe 11 or 12 and my Dad was on this kick where all he’d play in the car was Emmylou’s ‘Pancho & Lefty.” Over and over and over. Then when he stopped, I realized it had gotten inside me - and I missed it.
“The way he writes is more poetic than anybody… maybe even Dylan, but even more than the poetry, it’s how he makes you feel. You feel things listening to Townes in a way you don’t realize, but then suddenly you’re understanding things you don’t even have words for.
“Some of his songs - like ‘Rake’ - are about partying and whatever, but then they get so sad. It’s the way everything comes undone, because it does. For people who’re sad - or even depressed — you can see those things in these songs, then see it in your life and understand it a little better. It’s that simple, but it’s also beyond the darkness, the idea that it passes.”
Crowell, who lived on the same lunatic fringe as the great poet/songwriters, doesn’t want to romanticize the pain without stressing the quixotic and quicksilver nature of TVZ’s spirit - and also the ravages of a life lived beyond the limit.
“He died on New Year’s Day, the same day Hank Williams died… in practically the same way,” says the man whose last 4 albums have been a song cycle, core sample and meditation on the state of the world in which we live. “Knowing Townes, wherever he is, I’m sure he’d say going out like that was his greatest success. That he managed to live and pass like someone who was a true poet consumed by their art, which was lived completely… well, what else would there be left to do?”
For Van Zandt, who recorded eight albums for Tomato - including one held hostage due to nonpayment of the studio bill - and another handful for Sugarhill, there are the songs that burn even whiter, brighter and hotter than the man who wrote them.
If his legacy is fueled in part by the legend, albums like Our Mother The Mountain, High Low and In Between, The Late Great Townes Van Zandt, At My Window and Deeper Blue offer fistfuls of greatness to witness what creation in its purest form can yield.Those albums - and the many live recordings, which show the combustible nature of art of the edge - offer a strong case for what can be created if one is willing to be a relentless steward of what can be.
The price of living that far from the shackles of expectation means a quicker fade, but as Crowell says, “If he’d lived and created any other way, we wouldn’t be talking about him right now.And it’s not the life, but what was created from the life… that’s what matters.”
Indeed. With nominal success in the commercial and financial success, 13 years after his passing, he remains the signifier of those who know the difference, those who’re willing to really go to the place where it all gets real. Or as the man himself was so fond of saying, “There are two kinds of music: the blues and zippity doo dah…”Obviously, there was only one way for Van Zandt to go. Boy did he.