But I Digress #3: I'm Only Dancing (The Soul Tour 74)
From an "offical release" point of view, the 2020 Record Store Day drop of I'm Only Dancing (The Soul Tour 74) appears to complete a kind of "live album trilogy" for those of us interested in this key development period (while on tour, no less!) of Bowie's transformation from rock-n-roller to lily-white ambassador of the pleasures of soul music. Sure, it's also a diary of his growing cocaine use – but it was a pretty remarkable reinvention, at least to the public – though Bowie himself probably thought of it as getting back into the Black-led music he had enjoyed as a teen.
The original late 1974 release of David Live, as previously mentioned, was recorded in July of 1974 in Philidelphia and was mostly Diamond Dogs/1984 and Ziggy songs with a few other gems thrown in, largely staged and played like a rock musical (complete with elaborate sets, props, costumes, and lighting cues). During a break in the tour, Bowie went into the studio to record what would become Young Americans, and seems to have been ecstatic with the results – obviously so proud of the new material that he was bursting to play it on the tour.
Thus, at ridiculous expense, he trashed the sets and most of the props, abandoned the whole "1984" dystopia concept that had been the theme, replaced most of the band and song arrangements, and cut a few numbers from the previous setlists to make room for some new songs from his not-yet-released next album.
The Cracked Actor album (released in 2017, and reviewed here) documents the recommencing of the renamed "Soul Tour" in early September '74, with an obviously happier David and also a more integrated band, some feeling their way into the live arrangements of the new material and some quickly having to figure out how to do justice to the earlier stuff – to grow a new show out of the roots of the earlier part of this tour.
About the only thing approaching "funk" on the first run of the tour was the closer "Knock on Wood." By early September, after the YA recording sessions, the live show now had no less than four songs destined for Young Americans, and altered arrangements on just about all the previous songs — in some cases, now dramatically different from the album versions. The entire show had a looser, more organic feel to it.
I'm Only Dancing (The Soul Tour 74), recorded live in Detroit (with some bonus tracks from an even later Nashville date), showcases the band about six weeks later, and by this point the transformation of the show complete. More covers, more soulful arrangements, and yet more material intended for Young Americans (some of which didn't actually make it onto the final album until later reissues). So from that perspective, this release — while just a straight soundboard boot with none of the mixing and post-production you'd get with an "official" release — is another interesting chapter of the rapid evolution in both the tour and Bowie himself over the course of some six months in this career-altering year.
Having said that, in addition to the lack of "production" on the record, the coke and the rigor of the tour have very audibly taken their toll on Bowie: he sounds hoarse, his high end completely gone, at times reaching for the old smoothness but mostly pretty gruff. As one begins to listen to this new release, right from the opening it is obvious he is struggling; his voice warms up a bit more by the last third of the show, but his range is quite limited and despite his enthusiasm, the crowd did not get the performance they paid for, at least from him.
John, I'm Only Dancing (Again) from the new live album – you can hear how rough Bowie's voice is here
The "mix" on Dancing, such as it is, is straight off the soundboard, and so the vocals (both Bowie's and the background singers) are right up front and occasionally clashing, no more so than right on his opening number. While the music is still audible, much of it is far softer than it properly ought to be. This is a pity, as there's clearly some great playing going on there. David Sanborn's sax continues to shine, and the addition of Dennis Davis on drums (replacing Greg Errico from Cracked Actor) really added some magic to the band, along with Emir Kasan on bass (replacing Doug Rauch). Poor Earl Slick and Carlos Alomar – the guitars are often backgrounded by the vocals, but careful listening shows that they were bringing a fair bit of firepower to the proceedings as well.
At this point in the tour, Bowie's army of backing vocalists had been pruned back to six (down from seven). Their equal volume in the mix with the star of the show demonstrates, even more so than Cracked, a truly smooth unit that added a great deal of cover to the struggling frontman, and really keeps the slower songs exciting. It's a treat to hear them at full force, even at the cost of other band members at times.
Despite its lack of polish Dancing is very different to the previous live records – David Live had technical issues that resulted in substandard sound, an uneven mix and some post-session overdubbing. These were later mostly fixed by Tony Visconti for the reissue. Cracked Actor was far better mixed due to better source material by Visconti for the official release, but I'm Only Dancing is the only one of the three (at least compared to the reissues) that still feels like a bootleg, and has no Visconti involvement. While there's a lot of overlap in the set lists between them, each offers new arrangements and material, with Dancing in particular including more new songs and some covers/medley interplay not previously heard in these official releases. So if you're into this period, you should probably own all three of the live albums.
Dancing opens with 30 seconds of the band (billed as the Mike Garson Band – Garson being one of the few who made it through the entire tour), doing the tail end of "Memory of a Free Festival," an ingenious way to warm up the band while the crowd awaited the star, and immediately you wish more of that was included here. Garson quickly introduces Bowie as "Festival" is wrapping up, and we're instantly into "Rebel Rebel." This is the "alternate" and more Latin-feeling "Rebel" version, with lots of Garson and chorus, and some nice separation of Sanborn's (quite muted) sax. The busier bass work is muddy but detectable, as is the percussion, but the guitars are almost lost by comparison.
A sharp stop and immediately we're moved on to "John I'm Only Dancing (Again)," and the funk has officially been broken out. Even more so than on his first song, Bowie's struggle to get his voice out is painfully obvious — so much so that he's barely recognizable as the Bowie we've heard on the other live records. That said, he's still willing to be even more playful with the lyrics. The overall energy, even here, is absolutely furious. Throughout the album, the crowd are very much in the background, but what you can hear of them indicates that they were thrilled to be there.
Bowie and Cherry sing "Sorrow," with a different arrangement to make it more of a duet with Cherry, and we finally get Slick's guitar up front, not to mention some nice echoplex on Sanborn's sax. The song abruptly runs straight into "Changes," with especially "caberet" piano from Garson, before finally breaking out the rock on the chorus. It's the first time the band have had to slow down for the first 12 minutes; they've been balls-to-the-wall to this point.
Once again with no break, the soul wrecking ball smashes straight in with the ultimate 70s cop-show intro for "1984." This is the first place you really notice both how Bowie can't hit any high notes, and what an absolute machine the backing vocal unit and the band have become. Garson and Alomar in particular seem to have embraced the change of direction and run with it. A short keyboard segue throws us into a jazzier new interpretation of "Moonage Daydream," which retains its psych roots but flirts with both soft rock and prog stylings. Slick bathes in the echoplex effects while percussionist Pablo Asano and the rest of the band keep the vibe flowing.
As if the group were afraid to stop playing for more than a second lest the spell be broken, we're plunged straight into a similar but different arrangement of "Rock N Roll With Me." Whereas on Cracked Actor the tone was cabaret tinged with gospel, this version restores some of the rock-ballad power but firmly puts the song in R&B territory – foreshadowing more new material to come.
Finally, at the end of the song, the band actually stops playing for the first time in at least solid half-hour, and Bowie says a few words of appreciation. Then, things get weird. Bowie spontaneously claims that the song he'd just performed, co-written with his friend and backing vocalist Geoff McCormack (aka Warren Peace) was "written in Detroit … I dunno if it's about Detroit, but it was certainly inspired by you." This is patently not true (it was written in Bowie's UK home by McCormack, with Bowie contributing lyrics and the bridge), though it might be fair to say it was "inspired" by the soul sounds of the US in the early 70s – especially Bill Withers' hit "Lean on Me."
Perhaps due to tape editing or nervousness, Bowie immediately pulls out a harmonica and starts playing "Love Me Do," a song this writer can definitively state was not written in, or influenced by, Detroit. At the end of the first verse, the beat changes into a swinging version of "Jean Genie." Bowie's early love of Anthony Newley shows itself until the chorus, when we get back into the hard rock proper. Slick and Alomar finally both come to the fore here and it is lo-fi glorious. Any concert-goers who had to this point been disappointed by the lack of raw crunchy guitars to this point would have been sated by the extended instrumental, which builds to a satisfying end.
With the briefest of brief pauses for applause, the first disc (record or CD of this two-disc set) ends with a plunge back into the white soul in the form of "Young Americans." Bowie's voice by this point is stronger but still strained – his backup singers are outperforming him with ease, and sticking close to the yet-to-be-released album version. Sanborn, pushed into the background on recent numbers, comes again to the fore as Bowie croaks (seriously) "do you remember"s and the spoken-word bits, and goes low on the "break down and cry" line, which is just criminal. It's a bit hard to listen to, knowing how much better he can perform it.
Disc Two kicks off with Bowie telling the crowd that "Young Americans" and the next two tracks are all from the new album "out next year sometime" (in fact, March). The band goes into 100 percent R&B mode with "Can You Hear Me?" and its laid-back groove. His ragged voice hovers on the edge of James Brown on occasion, but the band is on a flawless slow boil. What I'd give for a properly mixed and "produced" version of this, but of course if Bowie were still with us he would never have allowed this performance to see the light of day, given his subpar vocals.
Bowie introduces Carlos Alomar, who takes the lead bluesy guitar on "It's Gonna Be Me," which did not make the final cut of Young Americans, but the studio version was finally added back in for the 1991 reissue. After a minute or so, someone at the board decides his voice needs a touch of echo, and indeed it helps sell the song. Naturally, Bowie introduces "Mr. Sanborn" for the echoplexed sax break. A brief call-and-(drum) response adds a dramatic note, but overall it has to be said that its not one of Bowie's stronger soul numbers, and one can hear why it was originally cut.
The groove picks up some steam with the much superior "Somebody Up There Likes Me," The band's volume has slowly been creeping up in the mix throughout the course of disc two, and here everything is more or less in its proper balance. A brief "thank you!" at the end of the song, and we jerk over to a pretty joyous take on "Suffragette City," with honky-took keyboards and the return of Earl Slick's (mixed too low but rockin') guitar, and the crowd goes appropriately wild at the end of it.
Over Garson's gospel intro, Bowie thanks the crowd and launches into the soft intro to "Rock n Roll Suicide." The band (minus the background singers) join in after the first verse, Sanborn joining in last. Again, Bowie's voice lets him down in spots, but he soldiers on with passion, and finally the singers come in after "you're not alone" but stay farther in the background than they've been at any point heretofore. Rough as he is, this is a Bowie singing spotlight and he gamely makes it work. With a "bless you, goodnight", the main set is over.
The encore starts off with a great treat, an Alomar-led take on "Panic In Detroit." By this point and with this type of song, Bowie is starting to sound more Springsteen than British, but he's clearly happy to carry on. For the first of the three "bonus tracks" from a later show in Nashville, Alomar is also front and center on Eddie Floyd & Steve Cropper's "Knock on Wood," which also makes good use of Sanborn and the bass-percussion combos that have been the gas in this engine all night long. If Bowie had recorded a version of the song similar to this arrangement, he might have pre-emptied Amii Stewart with a hit version of his own. The crowd clearly thought it was great.
The band then sounds like its cranking up for "Fame," but as that hasn't been written yet, it turns out to be a medley of "Foot Stompin'" and "I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate," the former a 1961 beat-combo song by The Flares, while the latter was an oft-covered uptempo jazz number first made famous by Shel Silverstein, but also covered by the Beatles in their Hamburg Star Club days. It is joyously done, with the guitar riff soon to be borrowed for "Fame."
The CD and vinyl versions wrap up with another oddball medley: "Diamond Dogs" segueing into the chorus of the Rolling Stones' "It's Only Rock and Roll (But I Like It)." Again, as with the beginning of the album, I'm Only Dancing finishes on a note of high energy and a beautiful rock/soul fusion that leaves the audience cheering for still more. Of note: Bowie's voice on these Nashville tracks is stronger than on the Detroit ones, but he's still quite ragged. That drug habit was great for the enthusiasm, but bad for his performance. That said, how else do you write and record an entirely new album featuring a complete change of direction while doing a heavy US tour of your present album, and still make it all work? For Bowie, things go better with coke – at least for while yet.
So should I buy it? And if so, which version?
If you're a Bowie collector, than grab it while you can still get it for reasonable prices. While it wasn't an RSD exclusive, it seems to have been a limted edition, so the average selling price is slowly going up. If you're not a collector but you'd like a good live Bowie album, the one from this era I'd recommend is Cracked Actor, since Tony Visconti did a great job capturing the beginning of the revised tour this album also documents. There are fewer covers and Young Americans songs on Cracked than on I'm Only Dancing, but otherwise Cracked is sonically and technically a superior live record.
As for the question of CD versus vinyl, on this one we're going to strongly recommend the CD version. Numerous reports in forums and other music outlets complain of receiving damaged or warped records with little to no recourse for returns or exchanges. It appears to be only a modest percentage have problems with the vinyl, but why take the chance?
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One response to "But I Digress #3: I'm Only Dancing (The Soul Tour 74)"
postpunkmonk
I still only have the original mix of [Ryko] of "David Live" and the "Cracked Actor" set, and I saw that they had released yet another album from the "Philly Dogs" tour…how could it be justified? But the rough nature of this one [particularly where Bowie was concerned] make of this one a definitely more "bootleg" approach. Which is where my preferences lie, actually. I'm all in favor of a more spirited, if rougher, live album experience. So You have renewed my interest in hearing this other live album from the tour I already have two albums of.
The Simple Minds bootlegs I have an cherish are 100x more thrilling than their fraudulent "live" album "Live In The City Of Light." Which was 90% ex-post-facto. And I'm still peeved with Harry Maslin on the "Live At Nassau Coliseum" for airbrushing Bowie's exciting, but chaotic performance of "Stay," which clearly had flubs – which Bowie immediately turned into inspiration to my delight. That was on the "King Biscuit Flower Hour" recorded material that was bonus material on the Ryko "stationtostation." On the Ryko version, Bowie was vamping from the 4:00-5:00 mark as the band were really getting up a head of steam. At approximately, 4:20, Bowie flubs a "staaaay!' when a frog in his throat appears at the worst possible time; shifting his pitch up drastically at the end of the line.
Bowie, perhaps channeling four of Eno's Oblique Strategies cards at once, then repeated the flub two more times – saving his bacon brilliantly. It's my favorite part of the song for having marveled over it for 27 years now! It's both human and superhuman at the same time. No longer. Maslin chicken-heartedly faded Bowie's vocal out during the "offending" part of the vocal. Possibly under Bowie's direction since this CD was originally only part of the expen$ive "stationtostation" 2010 SDLX RM boxed set which I sat out. I only heard this revisionist take when it was released separately some years later.