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 JOHN FOGERTY

"Well, a-geedeeup, a-geedeeup, a-get away, we're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we go-oh rockin' all over the world!"

General Rating: 1

Introduction

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Introduction

One might suppose that John Fogerty's solo career would prove to be hugely successful, especially given that he was not just the main motivating factor in Creedence Clearwater Revival - basically, he was CCR, with his minimalistic, but tasteful and captivating guitar playing, trademark high-pitched, intoxicating singing, and prolific songwriting that yielded so many smash and unforgettable hits. The situation, however, turns out to have been far, far more complicated than it seems.
This might seem a paradox to you, but truly and verily, JF's solo albums mostly demonstrate the limitations of Creedence Clearwater Revival as a band, and its entire style and all and everything that it and its music represented, rather than the limitations of JF himself. As catchy and entertaining as the band's material always seemed to be, it was almost painfully shallow and non-diverse: John had always relied on basic, powerful, riff-driven guitar rock, and having taken the genre to its peak on Cosmo's Factory, there was suddenly nowhere else to go. The band's succeeding experiments with psychedelia on Pendulum and particularly with country on Mardi Gras turned out rotten, so the band's demise was a fully predictable and, moreover, necessary one (God knows to what levels of despicable crap they could have reduced their formula had they carried on after their last studio album). Yes, I love the band dearly and I think I have given it more than its actual due on its own page due to a certain personal bias of mine... but... there's a certain point when everything you do, no matter how well you do it, just gets stale and mostly acts as an incentive to return you to your earlier successes. This breaking point happened in 1972, with the breakup of the band and John's going out on his solo career.
Come to think of it, what was a solo John Fogerty to do? His first move was an intelligent one - a full album of blues, country and gospel covers couldn't hurt his reputation at all, particularly since he didn't invite his former pals to sing along on it. It is a natural return to the source, a skillful and tastefully executed tribute, as if to say 'it's not me who started the entire deal'. But most of his succeeding albums add little or nothing to the CCR legacy. At times, it almost seems that Fogerty was unable to try and do something other than writing pale shadows of older CCR standards or even more insipid nostalgic jazz-pop numbers: almost every one of his solo hits has a prototype in the CCR catalog, whether it be the melody or just the general mood and style. Then, after just one big solo LP, he got lost in legal battles over the copyright to his material, which he eventually lost to Saul Zaentz, his former manager (and a classic example of Big Musical Business Bastard, along with Allen Klein and Shel Talmy). And then there was his unexpected rebound in the mid-Eighties, when he suddenly began a short-lived series of experiments with contemporary sound; but it ended as suddenly as it started with a collapse into generic Eighties' banality on Eye Of The Zombie. After this, John completely disappeared into the shadows again, re-emerging only at the tail end of the Nineties with another album over which I'm so stumped that I'm still not sure whether I should call it 'the great lost CCR classic' or 'another dull rehashing of past glories'. Basically, it's all a celebration of nostalgia, of course, even if it's essentially a good one.
One could argue, of course, and try and dig deeper, pointing out the many subtle ways in which the man was developing through the years, drawing on country, jazz, synth-pop and even heavy metal influences. Sure, he did all that, but then again, AC/DC did change their sound a little bit from some albums to some others. It's all highly relative, and Fogerty's creative development from 1972 to 1997, as compared to many, if not most, other artists reviewed on this site, can only be called "near-complete creative stagnation". Then again, I never did expect any major breakouts for him - if he didn't make any during his best years in CCR, how could he have progressed as a solo artist?
There is one ultimate truth about John Fogerty, though. No matter how derivative, conservative, or unimaginative his work might look, it is nearly always a lot of fun. It's always danceable, rarely offensive and certainly boasts a lot of hooks - just like in the old days. Diehard fans of CCR will certainly want to add John Fogerty and Blue Moon Swamp to their collection, and country/gospel lovers would be proud of Blue Ridge Rangers. Yes, the man is limited, and yes, most of the songs that are gonna be reviewed below are pedestrian. But that don't really mean I can't luv him, like the dirty old rock'n'roll bastard he really is. Always was, actually.
That said, John's solo career doesn't equal more than an overall rating of one in my book. It was too short - five albums, at least one of which sucked mercilessly. It didn't make much of an impact on the neighbouring musical world. And, of course, the rootsy genre to which John stuck all the time, has its own understandable limitations. You can't live all life long rewriting the same record - even if you're a prime melodist.

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ALBUM REVIEWS
BLUE RIDGE RANGERS

Year Of Release: 1973
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 11

Tasty country and gospel covers, all done with gusto in that famous Fogerty style...
Best song: CALIFORNIA BLUES

As bad as CCR's Mardi Gras, driven by Stu Cook's and Doug Clifford's tasteless country excourses, was, this cute little record fully redeems it. Like I said in the introduction, this kind of album might have been the most reasonable move by John at the most reasonable time - a return to the basic roots of his music at a time when his own songwriting was stagnated. It doesn't matter that the record was overlooked (and, come to think of it, no way this kind of music could have been commercially successful in 1973, the year when prog-rock, glam and heavy metal ruled supreme even in the minds of conservative Americans); it still stands up to time.
Why, would you ask? Why would a record with twelve covers of little-known country and gospel songs get such a load of respect in my humble eyes so as to deserve a claim for 'best JF solo album'? Well, if you'd like an objective and well-assessed answer, I'd purely say that this is the only full-fledged album on which JF is not trying to milk the old milkless line of CCR. No, he is not trying to find a new creative style, he's picking up an old one. But he demonstrates himself an absolute master of the genre. His voice is still in top form (it would start deteriorating in the Eighties); his playing is still precise, moving and memorable; and the arrangements that he gives these songs are groovy. I mean, I certainly am not a fan of country, not to mention gospel music that usually gives me the shivers. In the hands (and throat) of John, however, these songs cease to be pure country or gospel. But they're not CCR songs, either.
Let me just show you, okay? We start with 'Blue Ridge Mountain Blues', a fast, jolly country tune that I really enjoy. Fact is, I said I'm not a fan of country, but I do like some fast country when it's played with gusto (not to mention some specific fast country chef-d'oeuvres like Dylan's 'Turkey Chase'), and this one certainly is. Away with all the crap like Sweetheart Of The Rodeo, long live real country entertainment. Then the mid-tempo gospel 'Somewhere Listening (For My Name)', the track that's mostly notorious for outstanding vocal work. Yeah, you gotta learn to appreciate that 'SOMEWHEEEEERE - SOMEWHEEEEERE!!' scream, brothers and sisters, this is one of the last times that John lays his vocal cords bare before you. 'You're The Reason' is one of the more forgettable numbers, a slow, pedal-steel driven love ditty, but 'Jambalaya' (perhaps the only well-known standard, due to its early adoption by rock'n'rollers) is played perfectly - not a guitar lick out of place, not a climactic point missed. And, after another so-so tune ('She Thinks I Still Care'), the real and obvious highlight - 'California Blues'. God only knows why this is the obvious highlight for me, but I'm gonna guess it has something to do with the magic of John's voice as he tells you that he's a-leavin' you Mamaaaaa... 'cause you know you don't treat me right'. Yep. The brass solo on the song sounds so damn corny, too, almost like a parody - hilarious as hell.
Then the second side starts out with another frenetic vocal workout on the stupid 'Working On The Building'. I hate generic gospel music (when it's not done by the Rolling Stones or T. Rex, of course). I regard the whole of this genre as a banal popularization of Christian faith for rednecks and brainless family men. But what kind of magic is this? Gospel as interpreted by John Fogerty appears to acquire an almost ironic, not to say 'comical' appeal. Come to think of it - could such a good lad as John take such a dumb song as 'Working On The Building' seriously? Certainly not. And it's all the more fun how he strains his voice on the choruses, 'working on the building' indeed. He even took the pain to overdub his voice a couple dozen times, creating a funny 'crowd effect' in the intro.
There are a couple more weak selections on the second side, like the mellow 'Today I Started Loving You Again' and the deadly dull 'Have Thine Own Way Lord' where John almost falls asleep at the end of each line. It's the same country style that the Byrds were popularizing on their Sweetheart Of The Rodeo album, which, quite coincidentally, I consider to be one of the dullest pieces of plastic in my collection (okay, so it's tasteful and well-played, but that doesn't mean all of these tunes don't have a serious lethargic potential). But the fast 'Hearts Of Stone', and the steady, beaty, catchy 'I Ain't Never' do redeem it, and the effect ain't spoiled at all. After all, it's only my taste - maybe other respected gentlemen would prefer just the opposite selections.
What is particularly noticeable is the 'guitar economy' policy that John takes on the album (and he's stuck to it ever since, with not more than a couple of exceptions, so this is important). While most of our CCR favourites are usually guitar fiestas, and John's soloing is what often makes the song, on Blue Ridge Rangers you won't notice the guitar very much. Just like Clapton a year later, Fogerty decided to relinquish his image as a guitar god - the few guitar solos on here are rather generic, and the riffing is standard country/R'n'B riffing. (Can't complain about the banjo, though - quite a lot of banjo on this album, although I'm not sure as to who is playing it.) But don't let it bother you - somehow the album is enjoyable still. Indeed, this is the only image, besides the standard CCR one, that John was successful in establishing for himself, and in among John's five solo studio albums, certainly a unique one. Nobody loves it, of course, and nobody needs it, if you ask my motivated opinion, but if you have a chance to take a listen, don't miss it... you might like it, actually...

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JOHN FOGERTY

Year Of Release: 1975
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 10

A jazzy reincarnation of the CCR sound, a little too un-Fogerty like for me.
Best song: ROCKING ALL OVER THE WORLD

Now you wouldn't think John would be so stupid as to root himself in that Rangers sound forever, would you? Mind you, this guy had no serious plans to establish himself as a serious country star. Best or worst, Rangers is still a groove album, because John was always a rocker at heart, and this self-titled album of his proves it - at least, taken to some extent. Since the original release of Rangers did not feature John's name on the cover, eventually being credited to 'Blue Ridge Rangers', it seems that this is offered to us as the true debut album. And what, prithee, is the album's quality, you might ask? Well...
...actually, it's as if Mardi Gras and Blue Ridge Rangers never happened. Instead, the album's a logical successor to... Pendulum! Remember that underrated, but still not great CCR album on which the band started floating in the jazz-pop direction? Well it's here alright! This is almost exactly a serious, intentional re-creation of the same sound that caused certain CCR fans to alienate themselves while others just shrugged their shoulders saying 'it's not exactly rock'n'roll but I still like it'. Unfortunately, few songs are able to match that album's quality: the slow, contemplative numbers are usually shallow, and the fast numbers are at the worst senseless and at the best (and most often) so grossly derivative that it almost makes me wonder - was John's wagon really at such a dead end that he had to recycle old numbers?
I'm serious! Just listen to 'Almost Saturday Night' and tell me that it isn't a blatant rip-off of 'Hey Tonight'! It even starts out with the same riff, and the song virtually does nothing but evoke a nostalgia for that classic. Not that it's bad - the melody is decent, but it's worse, and John's vocals are marred by stupid back-ups. Who needs an inferior re-write of 'Hey Tonight?' Moreover, who needs an inferior re-write of 'Run Through The Jungle' ('The Wall')? But the weirdest thing, of course, is 'Sea Cruise' (one of the few old covers on the record) that sounds just a little too Little Richard-ish for me. No, I have nothing against Little Richard, and I don't even have anything against John Fogerty doing Little Richard - the CCR cover of 'Good Golly Miss Molly' is amazing. But this number lacks a lot in the guitar department - John almost goes for a note-for-note, instrument-for-instrument emulation of that lounge Fifties' sound, and why? is the obvious question.
Now don't be surprised that these same songs that I just mentioned are actually among the best on the album. Rip-offs, for sure, and not clever rip-offs (which means that they're not even masked as 'original' ones), that goes without saying. But they're at least entertaining rip-offs, and, indeed, the fact that they are derivative is the only serious argument against 'em. People who've never heard a CCR original might even be enthralled by any of them, but we who heard better, well, we might just skip 'em. Or, well, maybe not.
A couple more relatively low points include the jazzy 'Lonely Teardrops' and the minimalistic, almost ridiculously simple-structured 'Dream Song' whose verses all end with the line 'well it's your song and it's your dream' or vice versa. Still, don't get me wrong: I do enjoy all of these tunes. God knows how they would have sounded had they been put to the disposition of other performers (Traffic, for instance!!!); John manages to make even the worst material inoffensive and actually attractive. I guess it all has to do with the same minimalistic effort - the songs are so simple that they're catchy, and it's the kind of beautiful simplicity that is not banal but quite captivating. And the voice - well, never forget the voice, because sometimes your vocals are all that matter. I guess that the vocal department is, for instance, the very point that makes me suspicious in regard to some of the Byrds' work (yeah, I know they're famous for their harmonies, but they're all oh so painfully undistinctive and imageless), so this is where Master John takes over completely. It was 1975, mind you, so he was still in full force. As is demonstrated actually on the best tune - the restrainless Rock And Roll anthem 'Rocking All Over The World' which is unarguably the best start to a Fogerty solo record. Funny how all the rock'n'roll anthems suit their masters, eh? 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll' was Mick Jagger's explanation of his chosen image, like, you know, 'I'm actually a serious guy but this stuff is just as okay', 'Long Live Rock' was Pete Townshend's justification of the genre's universal potential ('be it dead or alive'), and John Fogerty's anthem is just a crazy, mindless, beer-smellin', foot-stompin' bash-a-thon that serves exactly the same purpose as did 'Rock Around The Clock': c'mon baby, let's have a good time and forget everything else. Only it rocks out with much more power, and, again, the voice, ooh, the voice...
All in all, forget my complaints. If you're looking for bad songs, this is not the right place - go check out Eye Of The Zombie instead. I like this album as much as anybody, and it might be an excellent choice for you if you're sick and tired of having to put on Green River for the ten thousandth time. On an objective level, it's totally unessential and will certainly go down with the course of history, but at least its review will stay on this here site so you won't forget it.

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CENTERFIELD

Year Of Release: 1985
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 10

John's most experimental and successful solo cut, but again, this is more of a nostalgia for CCR.
Best song: VANZ KANT DANZ (no, this is not a joke)

Ten years gone, and John decided to get on the road once again. As far as I know, he'd spent these ten years in battles over the legal rights to his songs (which he ultimately lost), but finally decided to get on with something better and more eternal, like penning some new material. Now the quality of this material is quite weird: I'd even say the album is 'polarized'. When you put it on and it starts with 'The Old Man Down The Road', you get the feeling that John finally abandoned all the efforts to go and find his own new image - the first half of the record sounds like a one hundred percent CCR rip-off. However, the further you go, the more you get dragged on to new territory, and the final songs sound nothing like CCR at all. Seriously, 'Big Train (From Memphis)' and 'Vanz Kant Dance' sound like they belong to two different artists: the album covers much more ground than any CCR album did (which was not that much anyway).
Whether it covers this ground in a 'good' way is another matter, though. Again, the usual protest against the album would be in that it rarely presents us with any glimpse of new creative ideas, but that's understood. If you set your expectations to that level, though, you will be pleasantly surprised: there's quite a lot of guitar on here, and most of the tracks are just basic rock, without any jazz or country/gospel excourses. Not to mention that the album spawned the famous hit single (title track) that serves as a beloved anthem for quite a few baseball lovers. Me, I never played baseball (maybe that's because I'm not American), and I could never even understand the rules, but what the hell? It's a good song. 'Look at me, I can be centerfield'. Doesn't hold a candle to your standard average CCR rocker, of course, but rather nice still. If only John would bother to throw in one of his trademark guitar solos, but guess I'm asking for too much...
I also guess the main problem with most of this album is that it's much more CCR-like than John Fogerty. The record opens with 'The Old Man Down The Road', a surprisingly eerie number that sounds like a fully operational clone of 'Run Through The Jungle' (indeed, the funny thing is that John was sued for plagiarizing himself but acquitted on the ground that there could be no such thing as plagiarizing oneself). Apart from that, it introduces that facet of John that was quite well-known in his CCR period but lost in the Seventies: the 'angry' Fogerty. Whether he really got angry over his copyright struggles or he just thought he'd like to do something different (aka something long forgotten), I don't know, but sounds interesting to me. Other 'angry' songs on here include 'Mr Greed', a foam-at-the-mouth raving on exactly the same subject, and the 'Feelin' Blue'-style 'Searchlight' (I call it 'Feelin' Blue'-style exactly because the annoying refrain 'need a searchlight' pisses me off in the same way as the refrain 'feelin' blue blue blue blue blue-oo').
There are also a couple lighter songs, like the dumbass anthem 'Rock And Roll Girls' (forgettable, but cute) and the already mentioned 'Big Train (From Memphis)' (a rip-off of 'Cross-Tie Walker', it even borrows the same descending riff). Finally, 'I Saw It On T.V.' is a sad-complaint style song that sounds like a clone of 'Lodi' until the final closing chords which are taken from 'Who'll Stop The Rain', so that's where the truth lies. Really, John!
It's not that the decade in which all of these songs were written is completely unguessable: many of the drums' parts are electronically enhanced (no drum machines, though), and some production techniques, including deep echoes on John's voice and guitar playing, are also somewhat modernistic. But on one hand, the echoes are probably supposed to carefully mask the beginning changes in John's vocal chords - his voice had already started to deteriorate, albeit very slowly. Notice that he very rarely screams his head off on here, with 'Mr Greed' and 'Searchlight' as the only exceptions? Hardly a coincidence. On the other hand, for 1985 the production gimmicks are still pretty moderate; any other artist would dive straight into the world of hi-tech synths, drum machines and crappy metallic solos. John was smarter, though... and only followed suite a year later.
That said, I'd like to state that I was totally taken aback by the album closer with the ridiculous title 'Vanz Kant Danz' (actually, 'Zaentz Can't Dance But He'll Steal Your Money' - the song was eventually directed against Fogerty's greedy old manager Saul Zaentz again). At first, I thought it to be nothing more than a silly disco throwaway with stupid lyrics about a dancing pig who's clearing your pockets in the process. However, as I listened to the album more and more, I found the song, with its strange repetitive choruses almost magically entrancing, up to the point of being the best song on the whole album. Call me crazy, but that's my humble opinion. At least the fact is that it's certainly John's most successful 'experiment' ever: this is obviously not the proven CCR formula, but it works: apart from the murky electronic drum 'solo', there ain't a dull moment in it.
In all, Centerfield is certainly John's finest moment bar Blue Ridge Rangers, and since that first record was a specific one that isn't due to satisfy everybody's tastes, feel free to stick here. The songs are solid and memorable (what else could they be if you already know them by heart from the 1969-70 albums?), and the experiments are groovy and sure to raise an eyebrow or two. What a pity that John couldn't hold on to it for too long.

Rock and roll girls and boys, have you heard this album?

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Glenn Wiener <Glenn.Wiener@Entex.com> (18.08.99)

Lyolya Svidrigajlova <vsvitov@diamin.msk.ru> (04.11.2000)


EYE OF THE ZOMBIE

Year Of Release: 1986
Record rating = 4
Overall rating = 5

Oo-wee, this is John Fogerty giving in to modern technology. Ugly and brainless, that's what it is.
Best song: SAIL AWAY

Yuck! Yes, brothers and sisters, this record had the misfortune to be my first John Fogerty album. I remember taping it for quite a lot of cash in a half-illegal way back in 1987 or so when the Iron Curtain still existed and you couldn't yet pick it up backed with Centerfield on a pirated edition for approximately half a dollar both. Those were the days... anyway, this is not a treatise on Soviet relations with the West, so I think I'll just limit myself to saying this album turned me off John completely and convinced me of his total inability as a solo performer. Time has proved that I was wrong, but this album still gotta be his worst try ever, and it's no wonder that it caused his departure from the musical scene for another decade.
What's so wrong, anyway? Well, once again it's the same principle: John was trying to push away his CCR legacy that suddenly served him such a good (bad?) service on Centerfield. I fully understand the man - one has to create and not to stagnate. Unfortunately, 1986 was not a good period to create - actually, IMHO it was the worst year in rock music par excellence. (If you doubt it, go take a look at all the 1986 records reviewed on this site). So John followed the treacherous steps of Paul McCartney, Eric Clapton and the Stones into the disgusting world of modern technologies and mindless dance rhythms. The title track on the album, for instance, takes the eerie mood of 'Old Man Down The Road' and combines it with electronic drums, quasi-disco beats and lack of audible guitar sound so that the final product is simply horrendous - I would not even recommend it for a respectable horror movie. Aw what the hell, I wouldn't even recommend it for a non-respectable one. Heck, where John was once able to create some of the most genuinely scary songs for a rootsy rock'n'roll band ('Run Through The Jungle' still gives me the creeps), he is now resorting to primitive, pedestrian horror flick mysticism backed with drum machines? By the way, take a look at the front cover and tell me it's not repugnant. Goodness gracious, John, what the need for falling into banality when nobody asked you for it? Did he really think the world fell so low as to buy this product? What was the matter?
And the rest of the tracks are almost as rotten. Everywhere John Fogerty takes a conscious step not to be John Fogerty - starting from the opening instrumental 'Going Back Home' that consists mostly of shrill guitar lines layed over a female chorus singing strange gospel lines (boring as hell, too - John was never a successful master of 'atmospheric sound texture'), and ending with the murky disco chant 'Soda Pop'. Fogerty singing disco? Okay, so many old artists embraced disco, and some of them did have some success with the genre (the Stones, for instance, heck, even the Bee Gees were good at it); but this is poorly produced, sounds ruffed and... heck, I always thought that disco is in its essence very slick music, and if you're doing a disco number you are going to comb it to the extreme - every instrument, every note must be solidly in place with nothing sticking out. 'Soda Pop' is just chaotic.
John also makes the album sound as aggressive as possible - nearly all of the lyrics deal with some kind of social perversion, bashing the press on 'Headlines', the evil ways of the world on 'Violence Is Golden', and he even goes macho on 'Wasn't That A Woman'. In all, he could have hardly made a worse move than releasing this album at that time, just because it's almost as impossible to associate John with such music as, say, Frank Sinatra.
Verily, there's practically nothing to redeem this un-Fogerty record, except for one good song that he did have taste enough to put as the album closer: 'Sail Away' (not to be confounded with the Stu Cook song on Mardi Gras) is a gentle, sad and moving ballad with reggaeish influences; maybe the latter is the reason it keeps reminding me of 'Knockin' On Heaven's Door'. Actually, that's no surprise: both the melody and the lyrical matter of the two are very similar. And even if the song could hardly be ranked among John's best creations, for an album that starts with 'Eye Of The Zombie' that's a darn good ending. I certainly could do with a less technophilian arrangement (the stupid robotic synths opening the song are absolutely unnecessary), but it still stands out several heads above all the other material on here.
Okay, if we want to be completely sincere, 'Headlines' isn't that bad a song, too, but still, I've heard better. 'Change In The Weather' is tolerable, too, mainly because it's more guitar-based and with even a faint wiff of the CCR sound - heck, the jam at the end is obviously structured so as to remind one of 'I Heard It Through The Grapevine' (Fogerty even plays some guitar lines that are very similar to the passages on that classic). But the main melody is being based on a generic riff that doesn't hold a candle to the moody tension of 'Grapevine', and I don't at all feel that the song actually deserves its near seven-minute length. Although, to be frank, I would rather have it last for fourty minutes than listening to all the rest of the stuff on here.
Overall, there is a general consensus even among Fogerty fans that the record is undeniably weak - weak, weak and weak again. 'Soda pop, soda pop, everybody want to make it to the top'. That's just the problem: John went out on a limb to make it to the top again, but instead hit a low bottom. What a nasty confusion, gentlemen, let this be a lesson to you all.

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Glenn Wiener <Glenn.Wiener@Entex.com> (18.08.99)

Tony Souza <avsouza@webtv.net> (09.02.2000)

Lyolya Svidrigajlova <vsvitov@diamin.msk.ru> (04.11.2000)


BLUE MOON SWAMP

Year Of Release: 1997
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 9

An album that screams 'retro!!' on every track, but it's probably the best choice that John could ever come up with.
Best song: A HUNDRED AND TEN IN THE SHADE

Well, after having taken some time off John suddenly decided that the world needed another Fogerty record, and how could he refuse the world? However, after bombing with Eye he apparently took a lot of care not to sound 'modern' anymore. In order to prevent all possibilities of failure, he shut off all experimentation tendencies and released an album that was as nostalgic as it could be. Just examining the album title (and cover) with care shows us the essence: 'blue' reminds one of Blue Ridge Rangers (so the album is going to be rooted in the deep past), 'moon' immediately evokes 'Bad Moon Rising' (so it's going to be fast, groovy and unpretentious), while 'swamp' is a clear symbol of 'Born On The Bayou' (so it's gonna stick to the CCR legacy). And so it is.
The album is truly and verily likeable, but it shares the same problems as John Fogerty and Centerfield - that is, likeability sacrifices originality. But what the hell? Who cares in 1997? We live in a dirty, corrupted, commercialized world, and every record such as this must be treated as a drop of fresh water from your native spring that you know all about but which you never actually use until somebody or something reminds you of it - like John with Blue Moon Swamp. I even wanted to give it a lower rating, but I changed my mind - anyway, why is it that a John Fogerty record should be original? Maybe, on the other hand, that's what we need a John Fogerty for - to remind us of our past and inject these sprays of fresh swamp water? Maybe that's why he is still making records?
The songs themselves, taken individually, aren't really that fascinating. Essentially, it's just a collection of carefully played and produced R'n'B/country numbers, all of them self-penned but that's not saying much (we all know what a 'self-penned' Fogerty song really represents). However, they always make for good background music, and after a while, when you get used to them, you might even want to put this record on more often than you do at the present. There are even a few highlights, like the tasty, pretty ballad 'Joy Of My Life', dedicated to John's wife, and a slow, lazy, but curiously menacing number called 'A Hundred And Ten In The Shade', and it sounds like it. No, I don't mean John is smoking: it's just that the song is so lazy and moody that.. well, you just gotta hear it, whatever.
Paired with chug-a-lug boogie-woogie like 'Bring It Down To Jellie Roll' and 'Swamp River Days', the songs offer a good enough nostalgic panorama, so one might say John really hit the mark here. The funny thing is that once he finally abandoned all of his attempts to not sound like CCR, he suddenly ceased sounding like CCR. Sure, the lyrical matters are the same, and the melodies are essentially CCR-ish, but the effect is not. Neither is it the generic roots-rock effect of Blue Ridge Rangers - the songs are self-penned, after all. Maybe it has something to do with the degeneration of his voice: the record is much less vocally attractive than any previous record with Fogerty on it, so the effort is mostly placed on playing. On the other hand, there's very little guitar heroics as well. It's just a plain, quiet little record of a plain, quiet little man that sits there in the corner making up his simple unpretentious songs and not really paying attention to whether anybody likes 'em or not. But he's careful and intelligent enough to spice these little boogie-woogie retreads with a sufficient number of hooks and attention-drawing moments, such as the weird distorted guitar tone on 'Rattlesnake Highway' or the hilarious low voices growling backup vocals on 'Hundred And Ten In The Shade'. And he even tops the record off with an almost funky, strangely sung tune ('Bad Bad Boy') that sounds un-Fogerty but ain't offensive in the least.
On the whole, the record, together with the ensuing live album, could prove to be a decent testament to John's career - after all, wouldn't it be uncomfy if Eye Of The Zombie had turned out to be his last creation? Nobody will ever recognize it as a classic and, frankly speaking, the songs just ain't that spectacular so as to lay claim to that, but nobody really needs to. I'm gonna keep it anyway, so don't bug me!

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PREMONITION

Year Of Release: 1998
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 8

A good, but certainly not spectacular live album. Again, there's nothing but nostalgia to support you, but nostalgia ain't a bad thing after all...
Best song: ???

The reason for this album's existence manages to escape me somehow, so I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut over that one (who wants to be a penthouse pauper, after all? Let John get his due) and let's move on to the basics. A live album taken from John's 1997/8 tour promoting Blue Moon Swamp, it is split into two more or less equal parts - the CCR classics you all know by heart and the obscure rarities nobody knows because John didn't have Stu or Doug behind his shoulders to support him on these ones. Most of them are wisely sandwiched in the middle, between the opening and the closing CCR mini-sets, which, of course, shows what part of his back catalogue John really cares for most of all. We're with you, John!
The CCR tunes are OK, I guess: some of them even sound better than on the Tom Fogerty-less Live In Europe because John has a separate rhythm guitarist to support him ('Green River', for instance, kicks all sorts of, er, buns). The album opener is 'Born On The Bayou'; this probably means that John still regards himself as the legal inheritor for CCR (it was the band's standard set opener); notice, by the way, the funny introduction with swamp sounds and frog croakings. I wonder if they did that before or it was just a funny modernistic gag? Whatever the answer, John's remarks on the stage really pass me by: he isn't a very good showman, and apart from a romantic excourse over the creation of 'Joy Of My Life', most of his comments sound annoyingly dumb ('if some of you are called Suzie, you'll know this song'). Luckily he isn't very talkative, instead putting back his soul into his guitar.
In fact, this is the only Fogerty solo album where he sounds like a guitar god again - due to his investment in the old classics. CCR theorists would be particularly interested in hearing the 'new way' John plays some of the classic solos on 'Suzie Q' and 'I Put A Spell On You': personally, I think that he plays them in a different way because he's forgotten how to play them in the old one rather than because he just wants to 'renew' them, but that's my own hostile opinion and you may think different. And anyway, that's not a complaint: I'm really glad that I don't have to sit through dull note-for-note copies of CCR classics, at least not in some cases. While 'Who'll Stop The Rain', 'Down On The Corner', and the closing 'Proud Mary' and 'Travelin' Band' don't really sound much different from the originals, 'Suzie-Q' is vastly 'improved' upon, with the length shortened and the solos re-arranged and re-ordered, and 'I Put A Spell On You' proves undeniably that John is still the great master of souls that he used to be.
Duh. No, really, I mean it. I was kinda afraid about his voice - after all, it has deteriorated over the years, and there's no use trying to deny the fact. But only very, very slightly - he can't reach all those gut-spinning high notes he used to reach in the past. He tries, though, and must be given credit for that; nothing in the old man's articulation seems too strained or hoarse. Brian Johnson he's not.
The solo stuff includes selections from all of JF's albums bar Eye Of The Zombie (good lad) and Blue Ridge Rangers; the latter is understandable since that one was really a 'side project', and none of the songs were written by John himself. The other selections are fine enough, but add absolutely nothing to the originals: just for you to be notified, there's 'Rocking All Over The World' and 'Almost Saturday Night' from JF and the title track and 'Old Man Down The Road' from Centerfield. No surprises. Now if he only played 'Vanz Kant Danz' instead!!!... Imagine all the confusion!
Still, whatever - 'Rocking All Over The World' is a great number, and it really shines even in the context of all those royal CCR numbers. 'Centerfield', unfortunately, does not (the lyrical matter is way, way, way, way too dumb - come on, the swampy alligatorish dude singing praise to baseball? How defyingly unromantic!), but I guess those VH-1 people watching the show just couldn't get away without getting a tip like that. Aw, whatever. Put me in the coach, I'm ready to play. Today. Look at me. Can I be centerfield? Without a doubt.
There are also three songs from the last album, although, IMHO, not the optimum choices ('Hot Rod Heart'??!!! Man! Whatever for? Why not 'Rattlesnake Highway' instead?), but they're also played according to record. And finally, just for completists who wouldn't want to shed tears over the fact that the album adds nothing essential to their collection, there's a new song - the title track, an unmemorable rocker with a melody that resembles the most forgettable melodies off Centerfield and a lyrical matter that's suspiciciously close to the main themes of Eye Of The Zombie. Get it if you're not afraid. Although there's really nothing to be afraid of - there's just nothing that you haven't heard previously.

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