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Never mind that the very same journalists were constantly finding new kicks with the punk and New Wave era, jumping on each successive bandwagon as if it were the new Holy Grail. Nothing wrong with that, per se. By definition the entire pop music shebang has been about reinventing yourself and relying on new tricks turned at ferocious speed. But if you're ever bored enough to read the criticism of that era (which, granted, compared with today's ad copy reads like lofty prose), you'll find that a band as musically powerful as the Clash was treated like royalty not because the Joe Strummer-Mick Jones twin-guitar attack detonated like an M-80 in your ear, but because somewhere underneath their thick English accents they sang about "leftist" concerns and liked the working class a whole lot.
I am a Rod Stewart fan. But unlike the critics I call my peers, I have little use for the stuff that excites most of them. (I'm happy to note, however, that Lester Bangs didn't see much worth in Rod's early folkie work either.) I dig out those first few Rod Stewart albums and most of them leave me flat. Even a track as hailed as "Every Picture Tells a Story" sounds lifeless and dry, the cardboard-box drums stifled, the acoustic guitars ragged but not necessarily right. He covers "Havin' a Party" or "Twistin' the Night Away" and all I hear is Stewart exposing the roots that were obvious to begin with. Did anyone not hear Sam Cooke in Stewart's rasp? I'm more interested in hearing where Stewart could take his talent, not how well he could emulate his heroes. And besides, for covers, he was always at his best with Bob Dylan or Tim Hardin.
As lead singer of the Jeff Beck Group in 1968, Stewart emerged as a distinctive stylist and a definite frontman. The confines of working with the volatile Beck were sure to suffocate someone with such front-runner spirit, though, and Stewart begged off to join up with Beck Group bassist Ron Wood for a reconstructed (and rechristened) version of the Small Faces. The Faces lasted five years and have rightfully been championed by latter-day proponents of their slovenly rock such as the Replacements and the Black Crowes. They were, in essence, a disaster, a drunken bar band that barely made it onstage on time ever. Stewart managed to work up a strong songwriting partnership with Wood, though, and their chemistry spilled over into Stewart's solo career. Amazingly Stewart managed to keep two careers going at once on two different major labels. While Warner Bros. had the Faces, Mercury Records got Rod the emerging rock star. By his third solo album, 1971's Every Picture Tells a Story, Rod hit pay dirt with "Maggie May," a song that has come to define him as much as he defined the song.
It was surely Stewart's solo success that made things uncomfortable in the Faces. How could it not? Stewart stayed on, however, recording several albums of material, including the Faces nearest-to-classic A Nod Is As Good As a Wink . . . to a Blind Horse (1971). By the time Ooh La La was released in 1973, the Faces had nearly dissolved. Stewart now remembers his former bandmate Ronnie Lane fondly and dedicates a version of the title track to him on 1998's When We Were the New Boys, but during the Faces final recording sessions, things were anything but smooth. "Ooh La La," for example, was recorded four times and the singing chores eventually went to Ron Wood. The band was over.
Rod Stewart's next chapter is where the going gets weird. He settles into a solo career, employing competent producers and bland, faceless session men for his back-up band. His looks get sleeker, his movements tartier, the songs more risque and obvious. Now no one with half a brain thinks the albums from this period are great works. A Night on the Town, Foot Loose and Fancy Free, Blondes Have More Fun, Foolish Behavior -- all are unfocused efforts that suffer from star-studded ennui. Each, however, contains several tracks as good, often better, than the traditionalist material Stewart previously recorded. "Tonight's the Night (Gonna Be Alright)" from 1976's A Night on the Town has an impressive swagger and a seductive stuttering beat. "I Was Only Joking" from 1977's Foot Loose is incredibly autobiographical ("Now you ask me if I'm sincere/That's the question I always fear/Verse seven was never clear"). "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy" from 1979's Blondes, is a dead-on short story of sexual satisfaction in the swinging singles, pre-AIDS age. Stewart doesn't so much define the times as reflect them.