All I have to hold on to is a simple song at last

“His songs weren’t just about fighting injustice; they were about transforming the self to transform the world. He dared to be simple in the most complex ways — using childlike joy, wordless cries, and nursery rhyme cadences to express adult truths. His work looked straight at the brightest and darkest parts of life and demanded we do the same. As I reflect on his legacy, I’m haunted by the eternal cry of ‘Everyday People’: ‘We got to live together!’ Once idealistic, now I hear it as a command.” — Questlove

Sylvester Stewart, known worldwide as Sly Stone, died this week at age 82, and the subsequent outpouring of love and respect for the man and his musical accomplishments makes clear how widespread his influence was, and still is.

There’s no denying the excessive and self-indulgent drug use that curtailed his career and turned him into a recluse for most of the past 40 years. Here at Hack’s Back Pages, though, I prefer to focus on his extraordinary musical innovations that wiped clean and redrew the boundaries between rock, soul, funk and pop in the late ’60s and early ’70s, setting the stage for many other artists to do the same in more recent times.

The songs and albums released by Sly and The Family Stone between 1967 and 1973 were wonderfully diverse and mesmerizing. As veteran Rolling Stone editor Ben Fong-Torres put it back in 1970: “Sly and the Family Stone became the poster children for a particularly San Francisco sensibility of the late Sixties: integrated, progressive, indomitably idealistic. Their music, a combustible mix of psychedelic rock, funky soul and sunshine pop, placed them at a nexus of convergent cultural movements, and in turn, they collected a string of chart-topping hits.”

Sly and The Family Stone in 1969, from left: Gregg Errico, Rose Stone, Sly, Cynthia Robinson, Freddie Stone, Jerry Martini, Larry Graham

I was about 12 when I first heard the irresistible soul groove of “Dance to the Music,” with lyrics that gave us all a tutorial on how a great dance tune is created: “All we need is a drummer, for people who only need a beat… /I’m gonna add a little guitar and make it easy to move your feet… /I’m gonna add some bottom so that the dancers just won’t hide… /You might like to hear my organ, I said ‘Ride Sally Ride’… /You might like to hear the horns blowin’, Cynthia on the throne, yeah!…”

Shortly after that, I was among the millions who were inspired by the sublime pop and inclusive lyrical message of “Everyday People,” Sly’s first of four #1 hits. Deftly using the children’s teasing “na na na na boo boo” melody, Stone wrote a timeless song of universal optimism and harmony, with words protesting prejudice that were so relevant in 1968 and are even more so today: “There is a long hair that doesn’t like the short hair for being such a rich one that will not help the poor one, /Different strokes for different folks… /We got to live together!…”

Sly at Woodstock, 1969

A third big hit in the summer of ’69, “Hot Fun in the Summertime,” continued Stone’s penchant for coming up with upbeat soul, augmented by blissful vocal and instrumental flourishes. The song came out just before the band’s game-changing appearance at Woodstock in August, which greatly enhanced their reception by the hippie crowd. That response grew exponentially when the film and album of the festival came out in 1970, highlighted by the performance of “I Want to Take You Higher,” cementing Sly and The Family Stone as superstars of the period.

Perhaps the high-water mark came at the dawn of the Seventies with the release of “Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)” a hugely impactful song that placed Sly and his group squarely at the forefront of the burgeoning funk movement. As one critic put it, “James Brown may have invented funk, but Sly Stone perfected it.”

Where did all this innovation come from? Sylvester Stewart was born in 1943 in Dallas as part of a large family with Pentecostal/gospel roots, a family who encouraged a broad range of musical expression. Once the family relocated to the Bay Area in California, Stewart and his younger siblings formed a vocal group, The Stewart Four, and cut a gospel record, “On the Battlefield of the Lord,” which received modest targeted airplay. Sylvester and his brother Freddie also both did stints in student bands in high school and beyond.

Sylvester Stewart reimagined as disc jockey Sly Stone, 1964

By the time he was 21, Sylvester had adopted the name Sly Stone as a disc jockey in San Francisco, playing a diverse playlist of white and black artists doing rock, soul, jazz and gospel. “In radio,” Stone said, “I found out about a lot of things I don’t like. Like, I think there shoudn’t be ‘Black radio.’ Just radio. Everybody be a part of everything.” He resisted narrow radio formats and instead thrived on a blend of musical styles, from The Beatles and The Rolling Stones to Jan and Dean and The Righteous Brothers to Marvin Gaye and Dionne Warwick. He also worked for a local label as a producer, writing and producing Bobby Freeman’s #5 hit “C’mon and Swim” in 1964 and working with Grace Slick’s first band, The Great Society.

In 1966, Stone and his brother were both gigging with their own bands and decided to merge the best players in each group to create one integrated “family” comprised of men, women, blacks and whites: Freddie (Stewart) Stone on guitar, Larry Graham on bass, Cynthia Robinson on trumpet, Gregg Errico on drums, Jerry Martini on sax and Sly Stone on keyboards. Rose (Stewart) Stone joined the lineup in 1968. And everyone sang.

Sly and the band, 1966

Sly and The Family Stone’s first LP, aptly named “A Whole New Thing,” won critical praise but sold poorly, and their next two albums didn’t do much better, but the aforementioned singles “Dance to the Music” and “Everyday People” put them on the map. Sly was at the helm producing, writing and singing as the group assembled their remarkable 1969 LP “Stand!”, which was peppered with accessible hits (“Sing a Simple Song,” “You Can Make It You Try,” “Somebody’s Watching You”) juxtaposed with bolder tracks like the funk jam “Sex Machine” and the incendiary “Don’t Call Me Nigger, Whitey.”

As the group’s fame took off in 1969-1970, sadly, so did Sly’s affection for cocaine, which often made him unpredictable and unreliable. His (and consequently the band’s) reputation suffered as the drug use made him chronically late for many concerts, if he showed up at all. He surrounded himself with a sketchy entourage of handlers and bodyguards, and retreated much of the time into isolation and paranoia.

He later said the pressures of being an innovator, bandleader and role model became too intense. He found himself influenced by the angry rhetoric of the Black Panthers, who urged (some say demanded) that he replace the two white members of the band with black musicians, and write songs that more accurately reflected their militant views. In the spring of 1971, Marvin Gaye released his landmark LP “What’s Going On?”, and Stone seemed to respond to that question with “There’s a Riot Goin’ On,” an album that saw Stone doing an about-face from sunny optimism to darker pessimism.

He recorded most of it on his own, some of it alone in his Bel Air loft, overdubbing relentlessly with emphasis on the then-new drum machine technology, and an overall murky sound dominated by electric piano (played by guest Billy Preston) instead of guitar. The lyrics took on a more strident tone that reflected racial unrest in songs like “Luv n’ Haight,” “Running’ Away” and “Thank You For Talkin’ To Me Africa.” Reaction to this departure was mixed; one reviewer called the album “a challenging listen, at times rambling, incoherent, dissonant, and just plain uncomfortable.” Still, it managed to reach #1 on US album charts, as did its somber single “Family Affair” (although its lyrics focused not on the joy of family but on the dysfunctional family).

Perhaps sensing that he’d let the pendulum swing too far, Stone re-emerged in 1973 with the decidedly more commercial album “Fresh,” which turned out to be the group’s last Top Ten album, and its hit, “If You Want Me to Stay,” their final Top Twenty appearance. It comes across as upbeat as “Riot” was hostile, and included not only his most overt love song, “Let Me Have It All,” but also the only cover Sly ever recorded, and a curious choice it was: “Que Sera Sera,” the old Doris Day hit, radically reworked with Rose Stone on vocals. There’s actually a song called “If You Want Me to Stay” that warned us all we shouldn’t expect much from him going forward: “You can’t take me for granted and smile, /Count the days I’m gone, forget reachin’ me by phone /Because I promise I’ll be gone for a while…”

In 1974, Stone took the unusual step of getting married on stage at a Madison Square Garden concert, but that spectacle of a wedding became a marriage that crashed and burned in a matter of months. Sly and The Family Stone also dissolved as a band around that time, and Stone’s career seemed to fall precipitously, despite several lame comeback attempts. His 1976 effort, “Heard You Missed Me, Well I’m Back,” didn’t even chart, and his label released him. In 1979, the folks at Epic chose to release “Ten Years Too Soon,” a poorly conceived disco remix of a handful of his best work of the late ’60s. (It’s mercifully out of print, but I found the discoed version of “Everyday People” on Spotify and included it on my playlist so you can judge for yourself.)

One last release, 1982’s “Ain’t But the One Way,” was supposed to be a collaboration between Stone and Funkadelic’s George Clinton, but both men seemed to give up on it, and it sounds like it. One reviewer wrote, “When a once politically astute pop statesman writes an ode to New Jersey called ‘Hobo Ken,’ you know something is wrong. If you crave the beat, you’ll find it here, but in no way can this album be regarded as a success.”

Stone retreated further and further from public life. He was arrested for cocaine possession multiple times in the 1980s, and he served 14 months in a rehab center beginning in 1989. He made a few unimpressive talk show appearances, and he showed up at Sly and The Family Stone’s 1993 induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and at the 2006 Grammy Awards for a group tribute, but otherwise, he seemed to have vanished. He claimed in 2007 that he had “a library of about a hundred new songs,” but they never saw the light of day except for three new tracks on “I’m Back! Family and Friends,” a lackluster 2011 re-recording of ’60s songs with selected guests (Jeff Beck, Ray Manzarek, Ann Wilson) making instrumental contributions. It, too, failed to chart. 

Sly Stone in 2016

Despite all these setbacks, Sly Stone’s legacy as a pioneer and innovator remains steadfast among many dozens of musicians who emulated his music and raved about his impact on their own records. Jazz greats Miles Davis and Herbie Hancock began incorporating electric instruments and funk grooves into jazz, while Prince, Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Roots have all covered Sly & the Family Stone songs.

Questlove, leader of The Roots and a dedicated rock/funk historian, is behind the recently released documentary, “Sly Lives! (a.k.a. The Burden of Black Genius),” which deftly tells Sly’s story, warts and all. “Yes, Sly battled addiction,” he said. “Yes, he disappeared from the spotlight. But he lived long enough to outlast many of his disciples, to feel the ripples of his genius return through hip-hop samples, documentaries, and his memoir (published in 2023). Still, none of that replaces the raw beauty of his original work.”

Emilio Castillo, bandleader for Tower of Power, added, “All of us in music today owe a great deal to his influence on our music. He greatly influenced the way I approach rhythm, and also the way we in Tower of Power approach live performance. I pray that I will see him up there in heaven and I know that the band up there, with Otis and Jimi and all other greats, just got a whole lot better.”

Even some of his abandoned Family Stone members had kind words in the wake of his death. “I feel like a piece of my heart left with Sly,” said sax man Jerry Martini. “We were close friends for 60 years. He credits me with starting the band, but it was his musical genius that made music history. He will always be in my heart, and I will continue to celebrate his music with the Family Stone. Rest well, my dear friend. You will be greatly missed.”

Marvin Gaye’s daughter Nona weighed in with this comment: “He was family to our family. My father had deep respect for him, and I carry that same love and admiration. Thank you, Sly, for breaking boundaries, for making noise that mattered, and for never playing it safe. Your courage in sound will never be forgotten. Fly high, beautiful soul. The funk is eternal now.”

R.I.P., Sly.

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This Spotify playlist offers about 30 tracks by Sly and The Family Stone — hits as well as deeper album tracks — arranged chronologically according to release date.

He’s the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent

This year’s inductees into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame were announced recently, and I’m pleased to see several vintage rockers finally get the nod: Joe Cocker, Bad Company, Warren Zevon, Nicky Hopkins. I first wrote about Cocker, then Nicky Hopkins two weeks ago. I’ll be profiling Bad Company in another week or two, but today’s post focuses on maverick rocker Warren Zevon.

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I’d wager that many fans of classic rock have, like me, a limited knowledge of the career of Warren Zevon. When I saw that the man whose main claim to fame is the 1978 hit “Werewolves of London” had been selected for induction into the Rock Hall, I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Really? I must have been missing something.”

I have a friend in Los Angeles named Michael who wouldn’t mind me describing him as a rock music fanatic, especially when it comes to attending concerts. He and I have often compared notes and experiences about the artists and albums we cherish, and he has turned me on to several that I doubt I would have discovered if not for his recommendations.

To say he was thrilled about Zevon’s upcoming induction would be an understatement. “Since the late ’70s, I have appreciated the writing and performing of Warren Zevon‘s music, by him and by others,” he said. “I have always felt it was a shame that he was never included in the upper echelon of rock ‘n’ roll, and I’m glad for his current inclusion!”

In light of that endorsement, I spent quite a bit of time over the past several weeks diving into Zevon’s catalog of 12 studio albums (released between 1970 and 2002), and I was stunned at how much of it appealed to me. I wouldn’t say he has a great voice, but he sings with defiance and vigor (in the manner of Dylan, Springsteen and others), and I’m pleased to report that many of his songs have memorable melodies, hooks and performances. I urge you to visit my Spotify playlist at the end of the essay and, perhaps, visit a lyrics website (www.azlyrics.com, for example) so you can follow along and get a full appreciation of Zevon’s talent as a lyricist.

Indeed, his way with words may be his greatest strength. As The New York Times put it in its 2003 obituary, “Mr. Zevon had a pulp-fiction imagination which yielded terse, action-packed, gallows-humored tales that could sketch an entire screenplay in four minutes, and often had death as a punchline.” Consider some of his song titles: “Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead,” “Angel Dressed in Black,” “Life’ll Kill Ya,” “Bad Karma” and “My Shit’s Fucked Up.”

In its inductions announcement, the Rock Hall noted, “Zevon wrote poetic but offbeat songs, often with darkly humorous and acerbic lyrics, and delivered them with a dry wit and a twisted energy like no other performer could.”

James Campion, in his 2018 book “Accidentally Like a Martyr: The Tortured Art of Warren Zevon,” wrote, “Warren Zevon was one cool fucker, whose music and humor and pathos made life better, and remains one of the finest live performers I’ve seen with an uncompromisingly smart and, yes, sinister side that always made me smile.”

“Sinister” is right. I remember when I bought Zevon’s “Excitable Boy” album in 1978 and enjoyed the musical sounds on almost every song…and then I started paying attention to the lyrics, which caught me off guard. For such upbeat tunes, the lyrics were pretty damn dark. Take the cheerful title song, which benefits from the great Linda Ronstadt on backing vocals, but here’s a sample of the words: “He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom, /Ooh, excitable boy, they all said, /And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home… /After ten long years, they let him out of the home, /Excitable boy, they all said, /And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones…” Yikes.

Mostly, Zevon wrote sharp satire, describing emotionally deep scenarios sometimes with tongue firmly planted in cheek but other times as serious as a train wreck. He was equally adept at moving ballads and spirited rockers, but he was also certainly capable of including a couple of clunkers on every album. As Rolling Stone wrote in a review of 1987’s “Sentimental Hygiene,” one of his “comeback” albums, “Zevon’s albums have always seemed willfully spotty, as if he knew quite well that he’d struck oil but still, self-destructively, placed it alongside goofy dreck. Even if ‘Sentimental Hygiene’ is only a two-thirds-perfect album, it still towers head and shoulders above most of his contemporaries’ best efforts.”

Where did Zevon’s cynical worldview come from? No one can say for sure, but he grew up in Chicago, then moved to Fresno, where his parents divorced when he was 14. He had the good fortune to occasionally visit the home of Russian composer Igor Stravinsky, where he studied modern classical music. Zevon dropped out of school at 16 and headed for New York City to become a folk singer, but that movement was in its dying days, and he ended up composing advertising jingles and doing session work for the likes of The Everly Brothers, whose careers were at a low point in the early ’70s.

His debut LP, 1970’s “Wanted: Dead or Alive,” failed to chart and offers only a rudimentary version of the talent he would show on his remarkable second effort, 1976’s “Warren Zevon,” recorded in Los Angeles with the help of many LA-based heavy hitters (Jackson Browne, Lindsay Buckingham, Glenn Frey, Stevie Nicks, Waddy Wachtel, Bonnie Raitt and David Lindley). That album included two songs Ronstadt made famous — “Hasten Down the Wind” and “Poor Poor Pitiful Me.” Critics gushed over the songwriting, calling the album a masterpiece, but still, it stalled at an anemic #185 on US album charts.

Ah, but then “Excitable Boy” came next, putting him on the mainstream map at #8 on the US album chart, and singles that still get airplay (“Werewolves,” “Tenderness On the Block,” “Lawyers, Guns and Money”). During this period and in support of 1980’s follow-up “Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School,” he successfully toured as a headliner and in collaboration with Jackson Browne. I regret that I missed these tours; as his 1980 live LP “Stand in the Fire” clearly shows, he was a dynamic performer.

But Zevon had his demons to cope with, and he struggled with addictions. After 1982’s “The Envoy” was rebuked by critics and peaked at a disappointing #93, he took it hard, relapsing and seeking treatment. Although he recovered, and continued writing and recording exemplary work that earned good reviews and pleased his loyal fan base, he didn’t have much chart success with albums or singles after that. However, “Sentimental Hygiene” (which reached #63) is a real revelation, packed with marvelous tracks like “Boom Boom Mancini,” “Detox Mansion” and “Reconsider Me,” and augmented by the musical skills of Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Bill Berry of R.E.M., among many others.

The fact that so many major stars were eager to participate on his albums or cover his songs on their own LPs speaks volumes for the high regard in which Zevon’s talent is held within the music business. Said David Crosby, “Warren was and remains one of my favorite songwriters. He saw things with a jaundiced eye that still got the humanity of things.” Springsteen noted, “I’m in awe of his diverse musical and lyrical palette, and I’m so glad I had the chance to record ‘Disorder in the House’ with him for his final record.”

In 2002, Zevon was encouraged by his dentist to see a physician for the first time in nearly three decades and learned he had late-stage cancer in his lungs and chest, which left him deeply shaken and resulted in another relapse. Instead of receiving treatment he feared would incapacitate him, he instead threw himself into completing “The Wind,” a searing “nearness of death” album (not unlike David Bowie’s “Blackstar” in 2016), which was released in 2003, just three weeks before his death at age 56.

One of his biggest cheerleaders was David Letterman, who struck up a close friendship with Zevon and had him on his show as the sole guest one night a few months before his death. Zevon called Letterman “the best friend my music’s ever had.” When Letterman asked him if he had any words of wisdom about life and death as he approached his final days, Zevon smirked and said, “Enjoy every sandwich.” That became the title of a marvelous Zevon tribute album released in 2004 and featuring a range of artists from Dylan and Springsteen to The Pixies and The Wallflowers covering fifteen of Zevon’s songs.

Zevon biographer Campion wrote, “It is important that the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame not merely cater to the über-famous and instead take the time to shine a light on those who expanded the genre and traversed outside its parameters. Zevon lived on the bleeding edge of those parameters and came back to tell us all about it in incredibly moving, funny, and raucous songs about love, loss and death.”

If I had to pick one song that most grabbed me in my recent discovery of Zevon gems, I think it would have to be “Reconsider Me,” on which Don Henley provides soothing harmonies. It’s a poignant piece born of the changes a man goes through in rehabilitation: “If it’s still the past that makes you doubt, /Darlin’, that was then, and this is now, /Reconsider me…”

Way to go, Warren. You and your honest, edgy music and lyrics definitely deserve this honor.

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