John Mellencamp can breathe in a small town, but Lee Hazlewood couldn’t.
“Town” dots Hazlewood’s iconoclastically subversive catalog same as Malvina Reynolds’ “little boxes made of ticky tacky” all looking just the same. If people ridicule that which they unwittingly embody, that which they can’t escape, Hazlewood, who died August 4 in Nevada at the age of 78, should’ve covered hayseed boy’s “Small Town,” inverting it the same way he cow-poked fun at a lifetime’s worth of previously innocuous standards. Liner notes to the first of his three solo LPs for Frank Sinatra’s personal imprint, now collected on
Rhino Handmade’s new
Lee Hazlewood, Strung Out on Something New: The Reprise Recordings, provide sketchy details from 1964.
“A Mannford, Oklahoma evacuee, Lee now lives in the San Fernando Valley of California, spending his time writing, loafing... and fixing his favorite food, Billy Steak. (“Take one fifth of 12-year-old Scotch, and eight ounces of cheap steak; drink the fifth of Scotch and feed the steak to the dog; nobody likes to eat a cheap cut of steak anyway.”) Lee also gives considerable thought to the development of a low-cal Scotch.
“At this point, it would be best to confess that we at Reprise Records have a real problem. We originally asked Lee to write his own liner notes for this album. What’s so embarrassing is that he did.”