Glen Campbell, who died Aug. 8 at the age of 81, was interviewed outside of Philadelphia in September 2011.
Glen Campbell, who died Aug. 8 at the age of 81, was interviewed outside of Philadelphia in September 2011, a year after the country legend was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. The following story, which originally ran in Blurt Magazine, was among the most illuminating talks to take place during that time. Shortly thereafter, Campbell retreated from public life.
Memory fades. Sifting through images and ideas is no easy process, not for the young or old, not where the distant past and recent immediacy is concerned.
When Glen Campbell announced that he has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, that his new album, “Ghost on the Canvas, ” would be his last and that his recent tour would put a cap on his long career, the desire to mourn – to treat him differently – kicked in. This was, after all, the golden boy of epically cosmopolitan country pop whose every 60s hit from Chris Gantry’s “Dreams Of The Everyday Housewife, ” John Hartford’s “Gentle on My Mind” to the soaring subtlety of Jimmy Webb’s “Wichita Lineman” and “Galveston, ” the latter two reminiscent of Bogart’s phrase at the end of “Maltese Falcon” – “the stuff that dreams are made of” – became the soundtrack to my youth.
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These sonic gems were only made bolder by knowing that Campbell –a masterful guitar picker – was a touring Beach Boy that nearly replaced Brian Wilson and had played on hits by Dean Martin, Bobby Darin, Frank Sinatra, the Monkees and Elvis Presley, the latter a fellow country boy whom Campbell befriended. Campbell’s image too is burned into the collective retina as he had starred in the original version of the revenge western “True Grit” and his own network TV show “The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour.”
Certainly he had his Rimbaud-esque season in Hell – the post 60s comedown of boozing, drugging, carousing (notoriously with firebrand country howler Tanya Tucker) and various arrests. Yet, Campbell had commercial hits into the 70s and 80s with “Rhinestone Cowboy, ” “Southern Nights, ” “Sunflower” and “I Have You.” He kept the live fires burning with gigs in Branson, found God, a good woman Kimberly Woolen to whom he’s been married since 1982 with three kids who have their own Arcade Fire-y band (Instant People) currently backing Campbell on tour. This latter day joy – to say nothing of the potency of the deeply etched “Ghost” and its ruminatively ratcheting lyrics and still expressively clarion vocals – made Alzheimer’s an even more heinous verdict.
Look into Campbell’s eyes and despite the lines in his face (he’s 75) and his occasionally forgetful demeanor and you see a man not so much struggling with memory but more alive with the past then the present. This author isn’ t trying to soften the blow or demystify the disease but seriously, I have a better grasp on what I did ten years ago then what I did ten minutes ago. Yet here they are, Glen and Kimberly sitting before me, frankly discussing the problem without letting it ruin their future.
Campbell, his producer Justin Raymond (who worked with the singer on his previous recording “Meet Glen Campbell”) and a crew of instrumentalists such as Dick Dale, Brian Setzer and Chris Isaak were already at work on the riveting “Ghost” when they diagnosis was announced. Suddenly the press made a big deal out of it, something that doesn’ t affect the Campbells – as long as the disease doesn’ t overshadow the work,
“No. it doesn’ t bother me, ” says Campbell with a slight cough. “I’ m used to it by now. I leave it in God’s hands that it’s gonna be the way He wants.” His wife Kim follows that with an understanding of an audiences’ curiosity – how the disease works, how it effects her husband. “We understand, ” she smiles. “But the music is just so good we hope they get to that message as well.”
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Mention the contribution of songs from Paul Westerberg, Jakob Dylan and Robert Pollard along with self-penned tracks with Raymond culled interesting enough from the producer’s daily diaries of what the singer/guitarist said, and you’ ve got quite a set of messages. As Campbellstarts singing the new album’s title track in a strong burst of melody, he states. “I’ m really not a songwriter so if I hear a song, I feel it and like it, I’ ll do it. But I’ ll make it the way I want to hear it.”
Part of this comes down to asking songwriters if he can turn negatives into positives (“but with their permission of curse, says the gentlemanly Campbell) and accommodating whereCampbell’s heart is now. “She’ ll be running around the mountain” just doesn’ t sound right, ” he laughs. “It ain’ t the way the song goes. “She’ ll be coming around the mountain” is more like it.”
Campbell slowly and deliberately tells me how he takes songs one a at time and lets the good ones carry him away, the songs of other writers as well as the tunes presented by Raymond, a hands-on laid back producer who, during “Meet Glen Campbell” starting writing down what the singer said about life, confusion and happiness. “Julian wrote down the meaningful things that Glen would say about being baffled by what was going on in his head as well as how life was good to him, ” says Kim who recognized that Campbell’s memory was slipping during those 2008 recording sessions. “We’ re so glad Julian got those meditations down and put those verses to music.”
“I need the ones I love more and more each day.”
“This is not the road I want for us.”
Mention Campbell’s famed sense of perfection and he laughs. “Nah. I may sound like one, ” he laughs. “But I want it be natural. If I get a song – a GOOD song – I just sing it the way I hear it in my head. If anybody else wanted to add whistles and bells and chains rattling that’s fine. Just not too much. I actually just do things as straight ahead as possible. You add the ifs, ands or buts.”
To that end, “Ghost” has the richly orchestrated jangle of “Pet Sounds” with a country twang.
Campbell knows he’s been blessed with great collaborators and productions, a powerful clear voice that was forever gifted with dynamic songs that suited his vocal range and challenged his playing skills.
“Things turned out pretty well, ” says Campbell.
Pretty well indeed.
Blame in part having come from a large all-singing all playing Arkansas family who took Glen to church regularly to express him self in song. Other than getting his fisrt guitar at age four, a seminal moment for Campbell came when he nearly drowned at age 3. His Army-bound brothers dragged him out of the water, pumped the water and did CPR on the young Glen. “That night back at the house while keeping time to the radio, I didn’ t say anything. I just sang. Something had changed me.”
His distinct guitar playing, inspired by the likes of Barney Kessel and Django Reinhardt (“Django was my main influence”) gave him the confidence to form western swing bands and, by age twenty-one, head to Los Angeles where he quickly became a sought-after session musician. “I think I mainly got all that work because I was the only guy who could use a capo, ” he laughs.
As he was just starting to make his session-man bones, he recorded a single for the Crest label. When I mention that 1961 track to him, “Turn Around Look at Me, ” Campbell flashes a big smile.
“Well I thought that was “it” you know, ” smiles Campbell who starts singing the lines “there is someone/walking behind me” so mellifluously, it’s as if he’s a kid in 1960 again. “Even then I did songs that I liked, never tunes that I didn’ t care for. Otherwise it wouldn’ t be satisfying.”
Campbell stops, leans into me and turns to his wife. “Excuse me, honey, ” says Campbell who then turns from his wife and conspiratorially pulls me forward. His long fingers become a circle with another finger on his other hand barely peeking through the top. He’s made a tiny cock of it all.
“It’s like a guy going into a whorehouse with THIS little thing and the woman says “well who you going to satisfy with THAT?”. And he says “ME.” That old joke, that stupid analogy – that’s the best way of describing what I want to do: satisfy me.
