Dueling Pundits Dissect The Becker Gambit
For lovers of truth, absolute and/or relative - here are a couple of reviews of Walter Becker's solo album 11 Tracks of Whack, demonstrating that because a thing is so in NYC don't make it so in LA (or anywhere else)
REPRINTED FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES
Arts & Leisure Section - Sunday, November 13, 1994
Steely Dan (Half of It, That Is) Strikes Back
Recordings View by Jon Pareles
Fifteen years later, we find out who put the edge into Steely Dan. It was Walter Becker, who played bass and guitar and left the lead vocals to his songwriting partner, Donald Fagen. On his first solo album, "11 Tracks of Whack," Becker brings back everything fans cherished about Steely Dan: the desperate characters and elliptical narratives, the jazz harmonies and the ingeniously warped structures. And it turns out he has exactly the right voice for his own words: a groan that's jaded, long-suffering, cranky and shrewd. The first words Becker sings are "In case you're wondering, it's alive and well."
Becker is as much an oddball now as Steely Dan was during its million-selling reign in the 1970's. On seven remarkable albums from 1972 to 1979, Steely Dan perfected stealth pop: songs in which calm tempos and suave production cloaked unlikely musical twists and lyrics about topics like stock-market crashes, Puerto Rican immigration or the golden age of be-bop. Only Paul Simon, Randy Newman and the best Brazilian songwriters showed the same musical sophistication, while Steely Dan had a terse cynicism all its own: a fascination with sleaze and duplicity that was one part hipster slumming, two parts film noir.
The songs glided onto pop radio stations, and soon the musical surfaces of Steely Dan songs -- the Ellingtonian chords, the urbane swagger -- were imitated by hack songwriters and easy-listening pop-jazz groups. But few wanted to follow up on Steely Dan's lyrics or its sneakier musical ploys. The imitators merely recreated the dapper wardrobe, minus the switchblade in the inside pocket. Fagen has made two albums since Steely Dan dissolved in 1980: "The Nightfly" (1982), a fondly twisted reminiscence of the early 1960's, and "Kamakiriad" (1993), a loose travelogue. Becker produced albums, including "Kamakiriad," before Steely Dan reunited for summer tours in 1993 and 1994; Fagen and Becker produced "11 Tracks of Whack" (Giant 9 24579; CD and cassette) together.
Steely Dan was precociously middle-aged. When its leaders were in their 20's, their lyrics scoffed at youthful passion, and their music had little use for rock's excesses, preferring the swing and tricky harmonies of be-bop and hard-bop. Becker, now in his 40's, is staring at actual middle age, and "11 Tracks of Whack," like Paul Simon's "Still Crazy After All These Years," applies singular musical ingenuity to visions of shrinking horizons and squandered opportunities. Steely Dan's snide intelligence has been fused with a sense of mortality. Becker sings about junkies and cheating lovers, a space alien and a suicidal couch potato, old girlfriends and a spoiled son. Where Steely Dan usually kept a guarded distance from its characters, Becker shows some empathy. In "Junkie Girl," the narrator watches the hooker he loves die of an overdose; in "This Moody Bastard," a depressed loner obsesses over his long-gone college sweetheart.
Becker is unsparing in "Cringemaker," a song about a "college belle" who became "the wife from hell"; after he wonders, with a sardonic female chorus, "Whatever happened to my ha-ha-yeah," he decides, "I guess we always knew...who we would turn into." In "Hard-Up Case," a bleak reggae march, the singer realizes his lover has given up on him and found another man, but he takes a parting shot: "Look at what you're dragging home -- another hard-up case." There's no melodrama, but no detachment either; Becker's frazzled, cracking voice is quietly convincing.
Becker hasn't lost his sense of humor. In "Hat Too Flat," a sideways funk tune full of clattering cowbells and oblique guitar, the narrator is an extraterrestrial arrival from Arcturus who's trying to assimilate; he gets everything right except the language ("My English it is more better now") and the headgear. And "Little Kawai," a country waltz, details a parent's halfhearted attempts to discipline a wayward son.
With Becker in charge, the songs move toward Steely Dan's jazzy side. Where Fagen relied on crisp keyboards, Becker features his own guitars, which make the arrangements slippery: notes hover and loop, buzz and tickle, as their sliding pitches reinforce the disorientation in the lyrics.
Naturally, Becker carries on Steely Dan's musical gamesmanship. Songs start in one key and end in another ("Cringemaker"), bring in new material behind solos ("Book of Liars") and shift harmony from introduction to first verse ("My Waterloo"). In "Girlfriend," as the singer watches reruns, the song slouches down through chromatic harmonies; he wonders "Where does a guy like me fit in?" and is answered by a blurting bass-clarinet solo. "Lucky Henry," about a hobo's persistent reincarnation, meshes a singsong melody with a double-time jazz vamp; "Surf and/or Die," about a hang-glider crash, floats glassy chords over an urgent riff.
Yet "11 Tracks of Whack" doesn't hide behind its own craftiness. "I wear my heart on my sleeve/A sight you surely must have spied by now," Becker sings in "My Waterloo," and for all his self-consciousness, he means what he says. He's still smart, still a wiseguy, still as cagey as any songwriter in pop. But now, he's also willing to show some bruises. He's older now; he doesn't have to worry about being cool.
Jon Pareles later included 11 Tracks of Whack in his "Top 10 of 1994"
From the LA Times by Steve Hochman
Walter Becker, 11 Tracks of Whack - Giant
A dozen Dan demos? The arrangements are sketchier than the Dan's and the lyrics are less obtuse - though dealing with the same low-life characters - but that's still the impression of this fairly casual-sounding set. If you've been waiting for some revelatory masterpiece the silent partner has been keeping inside himself all these years, you'll have to keep waiting.