Bill Withers: StoriesFrom
+'Justments (Reissue) (Sussex/Reel Music, 2010)
Previously unissued on CD, +'Justments was recently remastered and released by Reel Music. The music is excellent, as you'd expect from Withers, and the clarity is stunning thanks to the careful transfers done by Vic Anesini and the remastering work by Bill Lacey.
And if the music isn't enough to make you buy this CD, aside from the fact it hasn't been on CD... ever, the 12-page essay inside by A. Scott Galloway makes it well worth the purchase price. It's an excellent companion piece to the
Still Bill documentary that yields little down-home nuggets like this one from Withers, “A song is like a hamburger. Either you like it or you don't.”
That quote is in reference to “Can We Pretend,” a song penned by his then-wife Denise Nicholas, who he would soon be divorced from. The song is a poetic ode to a couple saying goodbye to one another. Given that they had been having marital troubles, many assumed that the album opener “You” was some kind of diss towards her, with its scathing lyrical assault. That notion is discussed in detail in the liner notes. Further wisdom is passed along in “Green Grass,” which talks about the illusion of how things appear to be better on the other side of the tracks.
+'Justments, a play on the word “adjustments,” completes the trilogy of studio albums Bill Withers released on Sussex (in addition to the excellent live set from Carnegie Hall). While generally not given as high of praise as “Still Bill” or his debut “Just As I Am,” perhaps because of a relative lack of instantly recognizable “classic” tracks, it's a continuation of his storytelling prowess and backed by the organic and acoustic sound that would change for the most part once he left for Columbia, his new label.
To that end, “Stories,” a little-known track from his canon, perhaps sums up best what Withers' focus and strength was throughout his career.
Who will buy a glad story
That a young man has to tell?
Come into my house of glory
And I will treat you well
Who will buy a sad story
That a widow has to tell?
Come into my house of lonely
And I will treat you well
Young and old we all have stories
That we all must try to sell
Tales of how you get to Heaven
And how we've been through Hell
Who will buy a perfumed story
That a young girl has to tell?
Sleep with me on satin pillows
And I will treat you well
(Side note: For a further explanation of the album's title, Withers can be seen on the album cover writing a paragraph which you can read
here.)
Labels: Soul