Thursday, July 18, 2013
Big Star, Or How I Will No Doubt Piss Off Some Of You
Finally saw the Big Star documentary "Nothing Can Hurt Me." The reviews and kudos from critics and friends wound me up, so to say I was amped is an understatement. When it was over, I was not so amped.
• It was 30 minutes too long
• It featured some of the most obnoxious, music-snob, douche-bag talking heads I have ever seen.
• Jim Dickinson is God
• Alex Chilton is not.
• The film became twice as interesting when it focused on Chris Bell.
• I love Chris Bell's brother and sister.
I'd like to borrow a bit from Louis C.K., which he calls "Of course...but maybe."
OF COURSE Big Star's three records include some of the best power pop, rock, folk and R&B produced in the seventies. Of COURSE!
BUT MAAAAYBE...MAYBE...those records and that band aren't quite what the cognescenti have been proclaiming for the last 40 years.
Big Star was all about potential. They were first, and that is no doubt a very important fact.
Maybe I'm saying what everyone already knows, but it seems to me there were plenty of other bands in the 70s who put out as many records or more, who were as good or better. Unfortunately, it's not as cool to love or mythologize those artists.
Thanks to William Repsher and his comments about NRBQ on yesterday's post for saying what I've been thinking for years.
Posted by Sal Nunziato at 5:43 AM