After witnessing the mayhem of the 1968 Chicago Democratic Convention,
Phil Ochs wrote and recorded one of his finest albums,
Rehearsals for Retirement, but that testament to what
Ochs described as "the death of the American" left him with little desire to sing about political matters -- and in time, little desire to write at all. Searching for a new direction, in 1970
Ochs paired up with producer
Van Dyke Parks and released
Greatest Hits, a set of new material whose title was mostly a joke, but partly a half-hearted wish for a new beginning (though the back cover slogan, "Fifty Phil Ochs Fans Can't Be Wrong!" proved sadly prophetic -- the album was a commercial bust). Much of the time,
Greatest Hits finds
Ochs looking to his past for some sense of a place to go -- singing of his boyhood dreams ("Boy in Ohio"), celebrating the heroes of his youth ("Jim Dean of Indiana"), and emulating the rockabilly and country songs that were his earliest influences ("Gas Station Women," "My Kingdom for a Car"). It's hard to blame
Ochs for wanting to live in the past, since his present sounds truly harrowing, particularly on the calmly desperate opener, "One Way Ticket Home," his meditation on the stardom he never achieved, "Chords of Fame," and a closing requiem to his own muse, "No More Songs." (Significantly, the album's sole topical number, "Ten Cents a Coup," is a graceless number stitched together from live recordings made at several political rallies.) The sorrow and anguish is not hard to spot in
Ochs' performances, though there's a passionate intensity that rings through from first track to last, and
Parks' arrangements and production are imaginative and make the most of the material.
Greatest Hits is a powerful piece of work, but also a very depressing one, despite the glossy presentation, occasionally forced good cheer, and the final overheard conversation in which
Ochs mumbles "I'll be around for a while," and it's both sad and appropriate that it would prove to be
Ochs' final studio album; he committed suicide in 1976. ~ Mark Deming