Published on Dec 10, 1998
This record is cause for celebration because it signifies Rod
Stewart’s reclamation from Sappy Ballad Land. It was a conscious
effort to return to his
Every Picture Tells A Story era — and is largely
successful.
After several years of treading water with one ballad after
another being released from largely uneventful albums (beginning
with Stewart’s righteous cover of Van Morrison’s “Have I Told You
Lately” and continuing through 1996’s insipid “If We Fall In Love
Again”), Stewart has seemed mired in songs which, if not for his
vocal contributions, would never have been recorded. (We won’t even
talk about his ghastly collaboration with Sting and Bryan Adams —
they should have all known better.)
Anyway, this new disc opens with a rock and roller “Cigarettes
And Alcohol,” written by Noel Gallagher (of Oasis fame). This song
could have been part of any Faces album.
From there it goes into a great cover of Ronnie Lane and Ron
Wood’s “Ooh La La,” which was released as the disc’s first single.
The song contains a classic Rod line: “I wish that I knew what I
know now / When I was younger / I wish that I knew what I know now
/ When I was stronger.” And when John Shanks chimes in with that
electric mandolin — it’s like a time machine takes you back to
Stewart’s “Maggie May” era — and it’s a pleasant trip.
The songs – with the exception of the title tune which Stewart
wrote – are largely the product of hot, new, young U.K.
songwriters. Their energy and abandon serve Stewart well, but with
the strength of the title tune I’d like to see Stewart write
more.
Given his success of late with ballads, it should come as no
surprise that there are several included on this set – and to the
song they are high quality and Stewart brings his years of
experience in love and love lost to the fore in highlighting these
gems.
Starting with nothing more than an acoustic guitar, Stewart
takes the song “Secret Heart,” written by Ron Sexsmith, on a
journey to song heaven:
“Secret heart / What are you made of? / What are you so afraid
of? / Could it be three simple words? / Or the fear of being
overheard? / What’s wrong? / Let her into your secret heart.”
As the song builds it picks up slide guitar and organ and some
almost nonexistent backing vocals, but remains a simple song about
being afraid to express love for the fear of the consequences.
“This very secret you’re trying to conceal / Is the very same one
you’re dying to reveal / Go tell her how you feel.”
He turns in great performances on Graham Parker’s “Hotel
Chambermaid” and Nick Lowe’s “Shelly My Love,” before capping the
disc with the title track. “When We Were The New Boys,” a great
mid-tempo song, is Stewart’s finest writing in years:
“With laughing eyes I do recall / Every face that crammed this
hall / In this room our hats were hung / And words were written and
songs were sung / And we held our glasses high / And we dared to
reach for the sky / And we never would grow old / When we were the
new boys.”
Still, it is the album closer “What Do You Want Me To Do?” by
Mike Scott that points toward Stewart’s maturity. The song, which
opens with a great harmonica bit, is about a man who’s come to a
point in his life where he realizes life is not what he expected it
to be.
Puzzling over this, he says: “I’ve been deceived and
misunderstood / But in my heart there was only good/I stood alone
most of my time / But now I’ve got you by my side / What do you
want me to do? What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do
Lord?”
I can’t speak for God, but I’d like Stewart to keep on making
music like that found on this disc — and while he’s at it could
he, perhaps, rescue his pals Elton John and Eric Clapton from Sappy
Ballad Land also? There’s great music to be made out there by aging
rock and rollers.
When We Were The New Boys proves that it just takes a little
inspiration.