I find it difficult to review “classic” albums simply because anything I am going to say has been said before. But I don’t think I review albums proper…I am more going for just capturing what I think of the album. So I’ll give this one a go.
I love to listen to The Band. They are one of those bands who I often hear debated. Seems people either think they are brilliant or they don’t get what all the hype is about. I don’t know if I think they are brilliant, but I sure do love to listen to them. And you can’t do much better than Music From the Big Pink.
To me this album is road trips with my mom as a small kid, blasting “The Weight” and singing the words along long before I knew what the words were saying. It makes sense that I love it all again as an adult because this album just sounds like a precursor to the music I enjoy these days. It sounds like a bunch of guys drinking a bunch of beer and smoking a bunch of whatever and singing songs about what they know. Everything sounds so gloriously off-kilter that it must be calculated chaos. And that’s fine. Because this is still an album I reach for when I want to drink a beer and think about time passing or not passing me by.
And there are days when nothing sounds better to me than barricading myself in a “pink house seated in the sun of Overlook Mountain in West Saugerties, New York.”
If you don’t “get what all the hype is about” with The Band, give them another try. If you still don’t like what you hear, that’s okay…but they deserve a second listen.
