Tea For The Tillerman2


A Surprise in my Weekly Discover Trip on Qobuz. Brings back so many memories. Comparing track by track now the Tillerman2 (16/44) and Original (24/96). Mixed Bag so far to my ears. Hard Headed Woman improves IMHO with stronger presence while Wild World sounds like a rag time cover and just does not ring my bell. So different but cool to listen to the change from a 22yo after 50 years. Father and Son different but still the same. Very strange time trip going on in my head right now.
Proves the point, old guys can still kill it. Fact.
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As for old guys who can still kill it--or who could until very recently--my vote goes to Leonard Cohen. His early stuff, full of sensuality (a white/Jewish Barry White!), seems a bit leering now, but the last three albums, which marshal that deep voice for the mirror image of sex--that is, death--are, for this old guy, as remarkable an encounter with mortality as I know of in music. Thus, unlike Dylan, who seems to me to be just doing the same thing but with ever less control over his voice, and unlike the Stones, who just got boring at some point, and unlike Cat Stevens (a new "Tea for the Tillerman"? Really? Why? What was wrong with the old one?)--and, for that matter, even unlike Beethoven, whose late-life encounter with mortality simply transcended human limits altogether--Leonard converted that youthful lust into a beautiful resignation. These lines from "On the Level"--"I knew it was wrong / I didn't have a doubt / I was dying to get back home / And you were just starting out / I said I best be moving on / You said, we have all day / You smiled at me like I was young / It took my breath away / Your crazy fragrance all around / Your secrets all in view / My lost, my lost was saying found / My don't was saying do"--well, they break my heart every time.

After resisting for quite a few years, I finally broke down and bought the Analogue Productions pressing of the original TFTT. I hate paying fifty bucks for a single LP (this is my first time), but this recording is so insanely great (maybe the best in all of Pop music history), and there being only a couple left in stock at Acoustic Sounds (and who knows if Chad will let it go out-of print when those few copies are gone?), I decided I would regret it if I didn’t.

Though Michael Fremer (and Harry Pearson---it was on his Super Disc list) was for years singing the praises of the original UK Island LP (which I own), I always considered the high end muted (the cymbals lacking their raw brassiness, the guitar and violin strings their highest overtones and "sheen"), the bass lacking weight, punch, and power (the kick drum in particular didn’t sound "right": emasculated, like it was only 8" deep, not 14). Fremer criticized later pressings (the Mobile Fidelity for one, iirc) for "boosting" the high end, but has since learned that the original mastering engineer didn’t know the tape was Dolby-encoded, and mastered without it! That certainly explains why I found the bass and treble problematic.

Fremer says in hindsight, that the Ovation guitar Cat plays on the album doesn’t sound like it has the plastic body it actually does should have tipped him off. That even with the top and bottom rolled off the original LP sounds as good as it does speaks to the quality of the recording. Even with them mia, the original stills sounds better than almost all other Pop recordings! With it’s full frequency response restored, this pressing is a recording for the ages.

Sure the original in whatever version cannot be replaced, but a Son changes everything like 50 years of additional wisdom. Loving it :-)
An artist revisiting a past work can be interesting and/or great, or the opposite. Anyone talented enough to create an original like TFTT deserves at least a listen to the new presentation. Cat may now be able to reach deeper into the album's songs, having lived more life since recording the original than he had at the time of it's making. Dare I ask: are there some who won't listen to him because of his Muslim faith? 
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