The Jesus Christ Superstar posts that have been banging around in my head for a while.
My obsession with Jesus Christ Superstar, which I’ve mentioned somewhere here before, started years ago when my mom, an English teacher, started teaching a class called “The Bible as Literature,” and somehow managed to work Jesus Christ Superstar into the whole mix. (Hahahaha, mom, you minx.) Because of this, we had — and I think still have, somewhere — an original 1970 concept album of JCS. THE one. The brown one with the seraphim on the cover. The gold standard of JCS, in my opinion. The one that my brother and I, when home alone, would put on the turntable and play AT FULL BLAST, writhing and screaming to it like banshees and then scurry to put away and act completely innocent of its existence the moment we heard parents pulling up in the driveway. We. were NOT. allowed. to listen. to that type of music. But, man, that album! It raced like poison through our naughty blood but never showed on our perfectly posed faces.
Still makes me shiver. That original concept album.
And, you know, that’s how Jesus Christ Superstar started out — just a bunch of singers and musicians in the studio trying to work it out, trying to figure OUT just what the heck Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice had created here. It was different for them. They’d collaborated before, on a shortened version of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, if I remember correctly, but JCS was different. Not feel-good tunes, country tunes, Elvis-y tunes, as in Joseph. Nothing catchy in that friendly, non-threatening way Joseph has, but rather, galvanizing, blood-pumping, shocking in an “Oh, no, they di’int” kind of way. And the whole album has that feel. It’s raw; there are mistakes, the occasional wrong note. Things are sometimes … just askew. Nothing feels set or polished, really. I love that. It’s brilliant. Ian Gillan from Deep Purple is Jesus. Murray Head (before his “One Night in Bangkok” hit, remember that?) is Judas. And, I’m telling you, these guys are raw nerves, on the edge of an abyss or something, as if the whole time they’re thinking, “What the hell am I doing? I just gotta get through this song! I just gotta SURVIVE this song!” The whole thing feels like a runaway train to me and that’s what’s so great about it. Seriously. That’s a huge part of its genius, because there’s a sense that at any moment, the whole thing could entirely jump the tracks. You listen to it and you feel that you’re there, at the moment of creation, at the birth of something huge, you are IN on it. That kind of thing just gets me. I love being in on any painful creative birth. Mine. Others’. Anyone’s. That, I’m convinced, has been in my blood since birth. Please: Create! Spew! Cry! Fail! Rally! Wail! Triumph! Do it all again! My heart is pounding at the thought just writing this. To me, there is true beauty in the mess of creation. I love how this album feels you’re listening to the raging howl of those birth pangs.
Genius.
So, first up, a comparison of Judases: Murray Head (1970 concept album) and Carl Anderson (1973 movie).
In the next post ….