Liner Notes for Steve Young's CD Primal Young
Liner notes written by Van Dyke Parks for Steve Young's CD Primal Young, released in 1999 on Japan distributed label Dreamsville.
It was, that 20th,"the American Century". It's history was written by the winners. Steve Young's music reflects an intimate singular view of that perspective. His compassion holds its DNA.
Part of that is innate. But much of it was tempered by Steve's unique experience on his own road----the road less travelled. There Steve studies include what life is being ground under in the name of progress. He's bent over cotton, taken a bullet. and survived the ravages of fame & fortune, maintaining a rare humility.
In the age of Corporate rock, Steve Young's palpable anti-hero brings hope to Southern California, the Home of the Homeless.
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In 1963--
Steve and I met. We were rich with optimism. Folk music was just about to plug in, to amplify its central concern for civil rights, our generation's cause celebre. Civil rights drove the coffee-house lyrics of every folk-singer. Music veterans of the McCarthy era (who'd seen the witch hunt of idea-suppression) mixed easily with the new radical-chic that was to shake the very foundations of American politics. It took courage. Steve had it.
"Going 'electric'" raised the hair of folk purists. But folk music had a bigger political role to play. It had to amplify to compete as a radio-reality. "He who hesitates is lost", as illustrated in that famous confrontation at Newport between Phil Ochs and Bob Dylan. Dylan went electric on-air while Phil stayed behind, in the small rooms of discontent.
Steve came to this coffee-house melange with two other Favorite Sons of Alabama, Richard and Jim. He was the heat behind their beat. Audiences were nailed to the floor with Steve's incredible voice, incendiary guitar virtuosity, birth-right to the blues, and vise-like grip of Scotch/Irish traditions.
He'd come to Los Angeles informed by a life rich in adversity, balancing conflicted faiths.
In him is the blood of The Cherokee and the Welsh, the triumph a European conquerer, and the perspective of the vanquished Native. Spiritual discovery is written all over him. It's in his lyrics, and in the epic American poetry he's elevated with his music. He still has more questions than answers. In that, he stands apart from the crowd (as he did in when we met). Back then, I took his sense of uncertainty then as a sign of sanity. It was not temporary.
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In 1963--
The Byrds fired the first salvo accross the radio waves of the Atlantic, with the folk-rock classic "Mr. Tambourine Man". Most of the regulars who'd been single performers were courted by others who new it could work for them. Steve and I thought about it. We formed a group called the Gas Company. In one concert, we opened for the Lovin' Spoonful, Steve playing lead guitar, and an eager Steven Stills on rhythm guitar. It was an exciting scramble.
I identified with Steve Young. He lived on Mariposa, in Hollywood, with a several other exiles from Alabama. They called it "Tobacco Road". There was a picture of the infamous Governor George Wallace hanging in the living room. Somebody had pencilled in a mustache, and he looked like a dead-wringer for Adolf Hitler.
These enlightened southerners were looking for new ways of self-definition. I sought refuge with them. They made me feel less ashamed of my own southern birth.
We were approached repeatedly by record companies, (either singly or as a group), to sign on the dotted line. But in each case, there was the spectre of "selling out", and Steve was wary.
For what profit it a man if he gain the whole world, but lose his soul!
Steve is a "player" who's kept his soul.
When he's not in Nashville, (or touring), he lives on the other side of the clock in L.A., in the hills where the coyote survey the city skyline beyond the cactus. He's picked up a Spanish fluency in its immigrant wash. His home is an alter where Buddha meets Selena in a dream escape. His is the romantic's dream, with cautious optimism.
We meet as old friends. I recognize him for what he is: a prophet in his own land. He's concerned with sobriety. But he needn't be. He's as sober a man as I know, next to my own father. It's a solace in this material age. Some 30 years and 20 albums later, he still remains a powerful force in American songwriting, able to question the comfortable, comfort the questioning. Sometimes we're lucky enough to play the same room. Catch us if you can.
Recently he came back to L.A. from the road, and I got to play on this close-to-the-vest CD at the invitation of J.C.Crowley, (whose work I've long admired). It adds dimension to Steve's immense body of work. It celebrates Steve's acute vision.
Unique, with an uncompromising, unvarnished truth, here is Steve Young--- "A Living American Treasure".
Van Dyke Parks
Los Angeles 12/1999
Audio TrackS
1. Jig
2. Scotland is a Land
3. Worker's Song (Handful of Earth)
4. East Virginia
5. Blackland Farmer
6. The Night that Clayton Delaney Died
7. Lawdy Miss Clawdy
8. Sometimes I Dream
9. Heartbreak Girl
10. No Longer Will My Heart Be Truly Breaking
11. Little Birdie
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