Patti Smith is ubiquitous, today's cover girl, her pretty, angular face
and her long gray-
Undoubtedly some of the younger alt-
Yet, maybe they heard R.E.M. play her seminal Horses album before
their shows on their last tour. Maybe they're vaguely aware of her
reputation, the respect she has from Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore and
former Television leader Tom Verlaine. And there's the "godmother of
punk" sobriquet that gets tossed around, ranking her up there in the Iggy
Pop/Lou Reed pantheon.
Still, why the hoopla?
Essentially, it's the recognition and, yes, celebration, of the very
fact that Smith, 49, is back among us, part of the 1990s music scene, and
vital once again.
There were those who were never certain this moment would
happen
Thus, Smith's reemergence is a little more cause for excitement than,
say, the return of George Michael. Michael was a self-
Gone Again (Arista) is the result of that gestation period. It is,
on the whole, a pretty somber, bittersweet affair and that's not startling.
Smith lost her husband, her brother Todd, and her best friend, Robert
Mapplethorpe. She felt for kindred spirit Kurt Cobain and wrote a gorgeous
ebb-
The album's first single, "Summer Cannibals," is a curdling, catchy
gem. As guitarist Lenny Kaye churns out a staccato melody line, Smith
launches this image barrage: "I was down in Georgia nothing was as real as
the street beneath my feet descending into air/The cauldron was a-bubbling,
the flesh was lean and the women moved forward like piranhas in a stream
they spread themselves before me and offering so sweet and they beckoned
and they beckoned 'Come on darling, eat!'" That's as vivid a depiction of
predatory sexuality as you might want. Smith tears into the "Eat! Eat!'"
part with particular passion, reminding us that her voice is one of the
sexiest in rock.
Mostly, though, Smith is not operating in the high gear of poetic
spewing. And "Summer Cannibals'" is somewhat atypical of the album.
There's no anthem approaching the ferocity of "Free Money" or "Because
the Night." Smith and her band still ride the garage rock/art rock bridge,
but there are country inflections and a spare, acoustic overtone. It is
not, though, soft. It's got more grit and edge than Dream of Life.
There's sadness, anger, a sense of transcendence. Her version of Bob
Dylan's "Wicked Messenger," which she sang during the concerts she played
with Dylan last year, kicks hard. Smith can bust out when she wants to. But
she's clearly more enamored of quiet spaces, introspective musings, with
instrumentation that supports her thoughts gently.
Gone Again, like Lou Reed's Magic and Loss, will resonate
particularly with those of us who've lost people close to us, and tried to
piece together a path that makes sense. Enduring grief
[photo caption: There's sadness, anger, a sense of transcendence. Smith can bust out
when she wants to. But she's clearly enamored of quiet spaces,
introspective musings, with instrumentation that supports her thoughts
gently.]
Copyright © Jim Sullivan 1996
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