066: Rickie Lee Jones, ‘Skeletons’

Posted by on Sep 4, 2010 in Other, Personal, Rock, Song Of the week |

I had the good fortune last week to attend the Red Sea Jazz Festival in Eilat as a member of the press, representing the Jerusalem Report. It was my first formal journalism gig in 40 years. I hope my pork-pie hat tilted back with a press card stuck in the ribbon and a Lucky Strike hanging out of the corner of my mouth impressed people. I did notice that my walking around shouting “Stop the presses!” drew some stares.

I had a great time, 4 nights of music (all night! Music from 8 PM till 2:30 AM, then a jam session till 6 AM; I held up alright, except that at the jam session I could be seen with a teddy bear in one hand and dragging my blankie in the other), much of it fine, much of it fun, and all of it enjoyable. The sum of a jazz festival, I have learned, is greater than its parts.

In short shrift, and in alphabetical order (by first name, which usually drives me batty), the more noteworthy acts I caught were:

  • Danilo Perez – snore
  • Dave Douglas – A challenging jazz trumpeter I admire, but I didn’t connect with the music he was making (4 brass and drum, tribute to Lester Bowie, a free-jazz trumpeter I’m not familiar with)
  • Gary Burton (I found him vapid in the 70s and 80s and 90s, and guess what? Still do. As my chaperone David said, ‘How much emotional resonance can you get out of a vibraphone?’ I did have a chance to ask his bassist, Scott Colley, about the experience of playing on Andrew Hill’s “Dusk”, to which he replied that it’s his favorite session he’s ever played on.)
  • Hermeto Pascoal – A legendary Brazilian weaver of wonders, leading his merry pranksters in a musical rite of enchantment. His two sets were a spiritual experience for me that I hadn’t experienced since the Grateful Dead.
  • Musica Nuda – Italian duo, contrabassist and chick singer, weird wild wacky, Brechtian theatrical, in-your-face, throwing everything at you from opera to commedia dell’arte. Here they are, doing Come Together, which is a bit tame for them. But they really let themselves go on I Will Survive and other disco classics. They have lots of fine videos on YouTube, if they catch your fancy.
  • Nikki Yanofsky – the Montreal wunderkind, awing even this most jaded listener with her irrepressible 16 year-old ebullience.
  • Omri Mor Trio and the Andaloujazz Project – an amazing, moving experience from a young Israeli piano trio playing North African music. One of the greatest jazz performances I’ve ever witnessed. You can hear some of it here.
  • Rickie Lee Jones

RLJ was the name that leaped out at me when I first saw the lineup, as I’m sure it does to most of you, dear readers. She was also the artist I was most looking forward to seeing, hearing, and hopefully interviewing. Like many of you, I’ve known and loved her music since I was blown away by the eponymous LP in 1979, which included her trademark song, ‘Chuck E.’s in Love‘. She’s made about 15 CDs over the years, the first four of which (RLJ, 1979; Pirates, 1981; The Magazine, 1984; and Flying Cowboys, 1989) I know by heart, where I hold them dearly, as do many of you. I also had more than a passing familiarity with her next 20 years of work, but more out of my obsessive need to know everything about artists I admire than from enjoyment. Not nice to say, but they’re a drag, and only wane with age.

Excited about the prospect of interviewing her, I revisited them all, investing renewed energy in listening to the less successful ones, prospecting for diamonds in the rough. All I found was roughage.

I read about 15 interviews with her from recent years. All I found was an aging, bitter, unfocused ex-artist, flaunting her lack of financial success and almost universal lack of recognition by the younger generation of singers, on whom she has had a profound influence.

I listened to some of the singers she was bitching about – Joanne Newsome, Cat Power, others. It can’t be denied. The young Rickie Lee Jones’ cheeky swagger, off-beat, unpredictable street-smart foul-mouthed tough/vulnerable  little girl voice can be heard everywhere today, in various diluted permutations. She’s had an indelible impact on our popular aesthetic, as large and not so distant from that of her old boyfriend Tom Waits. Things would sound very different today without their input.

I suppose you could say that RLJ is a mirror of ourselves. None of us is what we were in 1980. True, but maybe the consolation for us mortals is that we were no great shakes in our glory days, so the contrast isn’t so glaring or painful.

RLJ’s first set was in the large arena at the festival. She looked (and deported herself) like the whiney neighbor you try to avoid. She looked like meine tsuris, as Grandma used to say. She was accompanied by two kids about 1/3 her age each. The bassist was barely functional, the other guy less so. She played mostly her well known songs, with a mix of her gray, boring, annoying new ones.

I had a tentative interview set up, but chose to not pursue it. Let aging singers lie.

Her second set was demoted to the smallest venue at the site (1000 seats), the only such rearrangement. I suppose the organizers were wary of word-of-mouth. Why did I go back?

Loyalty, I suppose. I’ve loved Rickie Lee Jones for so many years. Who can pass on an opportunity to hear even a pale shadow of her own funky, punky self? The second set was better. She left out the new material. I guess she knows. A lot of the audience left during the course of the set, but she seemed resigned to her station and focused on the ones who stayed, and on the music. It wasn’t uplifting. It did touch me, about as much as a high-school reunion I suppose. Nice, kind of vaguely interesting, but when you get home, who really cares?

So let’s go back to the Duchess of Coolsville we all knew and loved. I’ve thought long and hard about which song to present as our Song of The Week. Not ‘Chuck E.’, although it will never ever lose its grab. It is the finest, bounciest, cheekiest song any of us has ever heard. I considered giving you one of our old favorites. I know mine are almost all from the same vein – funky piano, shifting tempi, incredible implicit beat, great harmonies, songs that I can’t listen to without my heart dancing: ‘We Belong Together‘, It Must Be Love, Pirates, Living It Up, Juke Box Fury, A Lucky Guy, and a couple you might not know, ‘Satellites‘ and Away from the Sky.

But I decided to give credit to a quiet, depressing little masterpiece, ‘Skeletons’, from her second LP, “Pirates”.

The song is a precious, heartbreaking gem about a young father accidentally killed by the police. The lyrics – well, you listen, and follow them. I don’t understand them all on a literal level, so I can’t help you there. And I have no idea what the factual/biographical background of the song is. I do know that the performance of the song is perfect, and that the song has intrigued me, haunted me, for decades.

She was pregnant in May
Now they’re on their way

Dashing thru the snow
To St. John’s, here we go

Well, it could be a boy
But it’s okay if he’s a girl
Oh, these things that grow out of

The things that we give

We should move to the west side
They still believe in things
That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road
Step in a waltz of red moonbeams
Said he fit an APB,
A robbery nearby

And he go for his wallet
And they thought he was going for a gun

And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms

But what do birds leave behind,
of the wings that they came with
If a son’s in a tree building model planes?

After the show, I asked her manager if I could have a word with her. She came out, graciously, and sat down on the edge of the stage for a chat. I presented myself as a long-time, loyal fan, and she was obviously rather touched. I asked her about Laura Nyro, another great female singer songwriter, one who had a clearly great impact on RLJ as an artist, and one whose neglected influence is recently being rehabilitated. We talked about that, and RLJ seemed genuinely happy that the late Laura is being given her belated due. “Now I just wish they would recognize what I gave to all those people singing today,” she said.

Well, Rickie, I do. I recognized you, even though I saw only the skeleton.

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Sigal Kerem Goldstein
Sep 5, 2010 at 2:57 pm

Thanks, Jeff for Rickie Lee’s song. It’s beautiful. and so is your site. What a great subject for a blog!

Sep 6, 2010 at 1:03 pm

I saw it and read it
keep up the good work

Sep 6, 2010 at 7:42 pm

Thanks very much, Sigal. Hope to see you here again soon.

Dr. Blues
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:59 pm

you are a tough critic!!!
remind me never to invite you to any of my shows!!!
There is a video interview with RLJ , I think it’s on her record label site, or maybe on her own site – it seemed quite revealing. She didn’t sound like someone wallowing in self-pity or bitterness, just matter-of-fact perspective.
As you and I both know from years of collecting and listening to music, there are so many talented original artists who are easily forgotten once the latest craze or latest invention hits that stands and is pushed by a corporate marketing machine…
It sounds to me like RLJ has managed to be a survivor, and even though her recent recordings are few and far between, they still contain one or two gems here and there.

Oct 10, 2010 at 5:56 am

Dear Doc,
I certainly agree with you that RLJs new albums do indeed contain the occasional gem. And we clearly share a love for her, for the great music she’s given us. I certainly didn’t go in with a critical orientation. But the show was pretty pathetic. What can you do?

Recruiting Animal
May 6, 2013 at 1:45 am

Very good article. Painful review of Rickie Lee. I think I only know her hit and from an interview she did with Rolling Stone way back then so I’m surprised by your claim (and hers) that she has been so influential. It might be true. I’ve been listening to Cat Power lately on YouTube. I guess I’ll have to listen to some Rickie Lee to check it out.

Kevin Pat
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:50 pm

Oh, but what about the lovely “Stewart’s Coat”???????

Gene Skala
Feb 26, 2018 at 3:13 am

Jeff, I don’t understand why you wrote such a painful review. You say you listened to her later records and only found “roughage”. Her 2003 album The Evening of my Best Day and 2015’s The Other Side of Desire were among the highest ranked albums of the year according to review aggregate, Metacritic. AllMusic awarded her 2007 album The Sermon on Exposition Boulevard a glowing 4 1/2 stars. Her 1996 experimental album Ghostyhead is gaining in stature and admiration for being one of the great underrated albums of the 1990s. “Gray stuff” you say. Hmm. Go to YouTube and look up the recent concert footage of her signing with Ben Harper’s band a song called “Masterpiece”. It’s probably one of the greatest vocal performances you will ever hear and I hope it will make you reconsider the not so nice things you wrote about Rickie in your review.



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