This band began in high school but Jonathon Richman was already a veteran. He'd been touing his stuff on stages since 1967, supporting the Velvet Underground and hanging with them. By the time this recording was made, its songs were crafted and ready, not so perfect that they rode on prepared parts but not so loose as to get jammy and ditch form. The music is appreciably a band effort and can get a little wayward but by this stage it's down to Richman's control over the various personae he adopts. These characters guide the songs.
Astral Plane is a horny teenager slyly telling the girl who won't sleep with him that he'll see her on the mystical setting of the title. It's done in a kind of jazz age snap, two four and be there. Old world has future Talking Head Jerry Harrison shine on organ. He loves the '50s apartment house in the 1970s sun, he loves the secret knowledge of the past and the young man he is now.
This album is made from demos, partially produced by Velvet alumnus John Cale. The debt is there in the simple chords and clean tone of the rhythm guitar. The first distortion is on the wandering lead break in Pablo Picasso, a lament in envy of the artist's power over women. No one ever called Pablo Picasso an asshole. It plays on a single chord and Richman's vocal stands on the footpath watching as the master of seduction (be he Picasso himself or any alpha scenester leering around the town). End of side one.
She Cracked drives on beeping guitars and restless rhythm section beating forward as Richman tells us about a girl who seems chaotic to him but he likes it. He loves, he hates, she eats garbage while he tucks into health food. She's big with the students and it makes him feel inadequate. "She cracked, I'm sad but I won't..." The shouted chorus could be from 1967 or the 1977 to come. Punk before its time.
Then there's Hospital. "When you get out of the hospital let me back into your life. I can't stand what you do. I'm in love with your eyes." Slow descending chords on the organ sound like church. It always sounds to me like the boy from I'm Straight made his move and it ended in disaster. Now, he waits outside the singles bars she goes to, incel to stalker. "I can't stand what you do, sometimes I can't stand you. It makes me think about me, how I'm involved with you," he says in a rush and then, more quietly, "but I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes." He's never said any of this to her. When she does get out of hospital the only contact between them will probably be confined to visual, all those eyes, tear stained or worthy of obsession, and it will frustrate. It's not all droolingly superficial; he does think of her, how she would met the world as a young girl with wonder and, though the line is joking it's also scarifying, he goes to bakeries from a lack of sweetness in his life. Have you ever been this controlled by obsession? You have if you lived through the years fifteen to twenty. If you were dirven to poetry it would not have been this clear-eyed and empathetic. He's not puffing himself up, pretending his crises are two sided, he's admitting he has no power to change this and that any attempt at concilliation is doomed. It will ony mean more pain. The power that shows through in her eyes will only be directed toward him in self defence. The wrong person went to hospital. The slow circles of the chord progression roll on.
Someone I Care About is the kind of Kinks track that every garage band in the land tried out. He doesn't just want sex, he wants someone he cares about, ending the riff on the seventh with the cry, "alright, gentlemen". Three and a half minutes of exhilaration. Girlfriend's end of the party slumping slow rock. Richman himself sounds end of night. He walks into the gallery and looks at the art. He goes to the baseball stadium and feels the awe of the game. Both things let him understand the majesty of a girlfriend.
Modern World is all hand claps and spiky seventh riffing, distorted organ solo, call and response choruses and more Jonathan siging abou the girlfriend he needs. He likes the modern world because it's not as bad as all the students go on about. He likes it all. He's the same guy in the car with the radio on in Road Runner. Full circle.
This album sits by itself. I don't mean that it isn't as derivative as any record by a bunch of adolescent will be. I mean the derivations are just not important. Yes, I can hear the Velvet Underground in these grooves along with half of what went on Nuggets. I can hear Television, Talking Heads and a world of late '70s punk, as well. What I don't hear is the unpolished nihilism of a band that didn't quite fit into anything when it was recorded and didn't on its release years later.
The tracks were recorded and finished by 1972 but the LP didn't come out until 1976. It's a blend of sessions, remixed from the source tapes. Jerry Harrison donated his tape of Hospital. He was already in Talking Heads by then but happy to help. By then, the Modern Lovers no longer existed beyond this, their only official platter. By 1974, after a failure to turn these recordings into an album and a lot of internal unrest, the band dissolved, leaving Jonathan Richman to go it alone which he is doing to this day. So, why bring the thing out at all?
Well, this reminds me of a case from decades later and in a different medium. Tarsem Singh's film The Fall, a fantasy about the wonders of storytelling and the imagination comparable to The Princess Bride, contains some of the most arresting visuals you are likely to see but is held up by decent writing and performances that are pitch perfect. On its release in 2006 it did some festival business but stiffed whenever it was offered to everyday cinema audiences. Why? Because it's a hard sell. The international images are breathtaking, the humour works and the balance between it and the more serious concerns also works. But. There are character deaths, animal harm, some convincing gore and a central motivation of self harm. This is a kids movie that can't be shown to kids.
The Modern Lovers wasn't very 1972 at all. It had strong songs that could rouse or provoke thought. The music was engaging all through. Richman's personality carried every track. But it just wasn't The Faces or Blood Sweat and Tears or Humble Pie or Led Zeppelin or Don McLean or Carol King or ... I could do this all day. If it had been released when the New York scene bands were springing up, it would have been one of the few records of that tribe that had a chance at hitting. But by that stage it was another seminal stack, one of the records everyone had and then other people wanted to sound just like it. It was hard to sell stalking and venerality that wasn't cock rock in the early '70s.
Jonathan Richman's teenagers weren't Bruce Springsteen's, David Bowie's or even Alice Coopers. They had no glamour, no class or bravado, they were losers. By 1976 when it did get released, disco was young and appropriately mindless, love songs sounded like Boston. Over the pond, the stirrings of the so to be infamous snarls and walls of power that would be British punk were making room in the crowd for the likes of this record but it was and remains a personal discovery. People then and since hear the goofiness of Road Runner and think they're in for a bubblegum Velvet Underground. They probably give up after Pablo Picasso.
This record can be unlovely on first listen. It needs to be lived with, listened to while walking or doing the dishes so the spiky bits normalise and you start to hear what Richman is talking about. When the cute songs become one with the Hospitals and She Crackeds it sounds like a whole deal. Not bad for a record made in shifts months and even years apart. The CD releases are all good and include extra tracks that feel right like I'm Straight and Dignified and Old. Finally, an augmented record that improves on the original. If you come across this version, fine. If you come across the original version, fine. Just commit to a few times with it. You'll keep it because it'll keep you.
Listening notes: For this article I listened to thevery clean and full mastering at CD resolution from a legit retail online shop. It's the best I've heard it.
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