John Stewart's follow-up to the unprecedented success of
California Bloodlines stuck close to the same formula. Recorded in Hollywood with many of the same musicians from the earlier record --
Norb Putnam, Kenny Buttrey,
Charlie McCoy, among them --
Stewart also employed other country musicians such as banjo boss
Bobby Thompson and fiddle player
Doug Kershaw as well as a host of his peers -- from
Russ Kunkel and
Carole King to
Danny "Kootch" Kortchmar,
James Taylor, and
Bryan Garofalo -- at the suggestion of producer
Peter Asher -- later known for his schlock work with
Linda Ronstadt and
Carly Simon among others. Nonetheless despite
Asher's best attempts at taming the thin, reedy wildness in
Stewart's voice, it wasn't to be.
Stewart is a songwriter with a rambling vision, and the best of his rambling songs are included here, and as such, he draws inspired performances from all of his bandmembers. The feel of the album is somewhat stripped of the California crap that was in so many records from that time. A listen to "Belly Full of Tennessee," with
Kershaw's fiddle and
Putnam's bass driving the tune, colored elegiacally with
Thompson's banjo, makes it a Louisiana bayou dance tune. It's raw, tough, and full of unbreakable spirit. "Back in Pomona" is a country rocker in the purest sense of the word.
Stewart's uncompromising lyrical vision that relates the past as if it were a living, breathing present drives a band eager to carry those words through to the listener.
Willard is a romantic record in the same way that
California Bloodlines was, but its romanticism is well intentioned in that it poetically preserves a time period in America that was quickly disappearing. In the title track,
Stewart's romanticism centers on a character, a hobo, who embodies everything that is free and wild, untamed, and often tragic, but there are no apologies, no sentiments other than the fact that this unlikely icon is everyone and everyone is him, separated only by circumstance. Likewise "Golden Rollin' Belly," about the need for a woman's sexual company, with
Chris Darrow's fiddle and
Thompson's banjo riding well inside a big fat
Garofalo bassline.
Willard is a country record in all the best ways; it just might be
Stewart's master opus. ~ Thom Jurek