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Unfashionable Music – The Genius Of Burt Bacharach

July 29, 2010

It’s hard in the heat of any given moment to tell flash-in-the-pan hits from songs that will last.  But from the distance of almost fifty years it’s safe to ask: who were the great songwriters of the 60’s? Dylan, Lennon/McCartney, Marvin Gaye and all the Motown guys, Joni Mitchell. And Burt Bacharach, who may be the greatest of them all.

This is not readily apparent to most people, who if they recognize him at all know him as that goofy guy in Austin Powers, the epitome of unhip.

His reputation for unhipnesss comes because he had the misfortune (if you can call a songwriter with 60 Top Forty hits and their corresponding royalties unfortunate) to ply a gentle musical style that by the end of the raucous ‘60s was practically inaudible beneath the deluge of screaming guitars and a screaming Janis Joplin.  Burt favored lulling bossa nova grooves, murmuring flugelhorns that luxuriated on couches of velvet strings, and choirs of heavenly background oohs. The occasional electric guitar was never turned up past one.  The only edge to the sound, if you could call it that, came from his front woman, Dionne Warwick, but it didn’t come from her shouting. What was sharp was her passion.

Dionne Warwick

The expert polish and comfy façade of Bacharach’s music often fools the inattentive listener into thinking they’re hearing some kind of slick and meaningless lounge music. But the surface is a disguise, and if you listen closely you can hear how deep the songs go, and what exotic, unloungy things Burt has hidden there:

Harmonic progressions made of odd turns that still arrive with the thrill of the unexpected after 50 listens. Daring melodies, leaping, twisting, always surprising, and treacherous for any but the best singers. Odd time signatures everywhere, which in any other hands would loudly announce themselves as modern, difficult, avant-garde. Bacharach applies them with such skill that the constantly shifting meters of a song like “Promises Promises” roll past as unnoticed as if he set the whole thing to four-on-the-floor.

Good pop songs are excuses for hooks, and the best pop songs are happy to have one great one. Bacharach songs are strings of hooks that repeatedly press the buttons of musical pleasure – that unexpected melodic interval –mm – that extra beat – ah.

These songs are of course collaborations between Burt’s music and the lyrics of Hal David. David’s lyrics are highly skilled, clever, witty, and never get in the way of Bacharach’s conjuring his spells. Still, they rarely astonish.

Bacharach first hooked me in 1964 with “Walk on By,” and hearing it now still hooks me. There are two great moments in this song – one on the “by” of the title, marking the start of the chorus, and the other on its homonym “bye” at the chorus’s end. (“When you said goodbye.”)  The first arrives on the tail of an opening verse as somber as any in a pop song. On the word “By” comes a chord change so unexpected that hearing it still catches my breath. That modulation breaks the mournful spell of the verse, ushering in a mellow horn and freeing the great Warwick to release her sorrow in soaring melody, to our joy.  Yet just as you’re feeling – yes, it’s going to be OK – the chorus ends on the bye of “goodbye.” the second magical moment, with the poignance of a major seventh chord in a low register, pounded in jagged, asymmetrical 3/3/2 time, signaling the return of sorrow. Yet even in that sorrow we already hope for another chorus. The cycle of joy and sadness feels inevitable in this song, as inevitable as in life, making the song ring with a deep truth: a Buddhist poem of impermanence, and in a pop song.

“San Jose” also mixes bitter and sweet. In this case the lyric carries the loss of a dream, but the music is pure joy, making that burden seem light as a feather. You’ve barely recovered from the delight of that bass/kick drum riff  (dunh-dunh-dunh) that sets up the chorus when he hits you with a little study in counterpoint at the end of the second line. It’s as unnecessary to the structure of the song as stained glass is to a cathedral window, but Burt’s interested in more than keeping the rain out, he’s having fun. He scores the riff on organ the first time, then a trio of horns, gently insisting that we share in his delight at this ornament.

I regret that shortly after “Walk on By” I got so distracted by the louder charms of Rock in its heyday that I stopped noticing the great Bacharach songs that kept hitting the charts. I started coming back to Bacharach as the hits I’d ignored reappeared as radio standards: San Jose, Never Get To Heaven, What the World Needs Now….and of course Walk on By, which still gave me a shiver every time I heard those first guitar chunks.

When I first heard “Alfie,” I did notice, and disliked it, fooled by its gentle lushness into thinking I was hearing the kind of Vegas cabaret junk that was part of the reason we’d had a Rock revolution. It was one of the last Bacharach songs for me to get.

When I really listened, I heard past its skin to the heart, a perfect marriage of word and song, a rare case where David’s words rise to the level of the music.

Near the end comes the devastating moment “Without true love…we just exist” Warwick singing it like there are no truer words, and as proof we hear chords of utter despair as she finally gives up on him, her last moaned “Alfie….” Many composers in the 20th century mined the veins of dissonance, but few achieved this kind of emotional accuracy. It’s of the realm of Bach and Beethoven rather than tin pan alley.

The tragedy of Bacharach’s music is not his –he must be proud of his work, and he’s certainly rich – but belongs to the musical community.  The songs are too great to doubt that he was right in presenting those songs in such unfashionable form. But it insured that he would go unheard by most in the musical generations that followed. I suspect it’s one cause for the threadbare state of contemporary pop music. Nothing wrong, I suppose, with growing up worshipping the Ramones, or U2, or Vampire Weekend. Except that a songwriter who’s never heard Bacharach is like a contemporary filmmaker trying to learn watching silent films.

In every aspect of music – melody, harmony, rhythm and arrangement – Bacharach has a much bigger palette than any other pop writer, with more colors and textures of paint. And I doubt even the most talented kids coming up are going to dream up all those colors themselves. So songwriters work without knowing all that’s missing from their palettes. They, their music, and we listeners are all impoverished.


From → 60's Music, Pop Music

  1. Carolyn permalink

    Well, there’s a day full of earworms you’ve sentenced me to!

    Fortunately (or, for better or worse,), I came up in a household that, when it strayed from classical recordings, which were part of Dad’s work, strayed only as far as Swingle Singers, the ragtime revival, Sondheim, and Bacharach–the Butch Cassidy score stands out, once you recover from the overplay of ‘Raindrops’.

    I was sort of ruined for C-F-G-C-lather-rinse-repeat.

    • An old friend and bandmate loves Burt but hates that Raindrops. I used to but find it mildly charming now -undoubtedly another sign of approaching senility.

      Burt. along with Joni Mitchell, was a major factor in ruining me for C-F-G-C. I was happy to be ruined and it never hurt my composing career. (Bruckner is another story.)

  2. Quite by chance I’ve been trawling through YouTube looking at 60s Dusty Springfield performances and have fallen in love with ‘I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself’ all over again. In Dusty’s hands (vocal chords?) it is quite heartbreaking.

    Not to mention ‘Anyone Who Had A Heart’ and ‘Wishin’ and Hopin”.

    • All I’ve got of Dusty’s is her greatest hits and In Memphis – I’ll have to check those out. There’s all great songs, and she’s become one of my very favorite female singers.

  3. Martin, you’re absolutely right – Dusty’s “I don’t know what to do” is positively devastating – I think I like it better than Dionne’s. Her “Anyone who had a heart” is good; then I checked out your Cilla Black. Good too! Why can’t anyone write songs like that anyore?

  4. Personally, throwing on a little Bacharach makes the whole day better. The man is The Man.

    Wonderful post.

  5. Reminds me of a story George Martin tells of when he was recording ‘Alfie’ with Cilla Black and Burt flew over the pond to ‘facillitate’. Burt put poor Cilla through the mill making her do take after take after take until she is exhausted, but still he wasn’t satisfied. In exasperation he turns to George and asks, ‘Why can’t she do it just how I want?’
    ‘I think we had that in take 2…’ says George.

  6. It was when Bacharach worked with Elvis Costello that my eyes were opened to just how good he is. I knew his hits but saw them in a whole new light when I learned that he was classically trained and chose a career in pop music because because that’s what he wanted to do.

    And I’m still never seem to get tired of Raindrops. He’s one the greats that ran right under the hip radar. Thanks for turning your spotlight on him. Excellent post.

  7. I’ve always liked Bacharach’s work. Back when I played a lot of piano, “Walk On By” was one of my favorites, partly because of that 3/3/2 portion and also because even my rock-loving friends who wanted to hear “Layla” and “Anyday” couldn’t help humming it afterward.

  8. Great, great post. Burt’s music shaped the sixties more than many people realize…even the Beatles recorded one of his songs (Baby It’s You) !

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