{"id":4700,"date":"2014-09-07T06:00:20","date_gmt":"2014-09-07T10:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dennygibson.com\/blog\/?p=4700"},"modified":"2025-10-23T10:07:28","modified_gmt":"2025-10-23T14:07:28","slug":"making-peace-with-linda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dennygibson.com\/blog\/2014\/09\/making-peace-with-linda\/","title":{"rendered":"Making Peace with Linda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-4074\" style=\"border: 0px; margin: 1px 2px;\" src=\"https:\/\/dennygibson.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/lindar.jpg\" alt=\"lindar\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\">On my most recent road trip, I drove through both Tucson, Arizona, and Tucumcari, New Mexico. I did not drive directly from one to the other. A dozen days and even more towns separated my time in those two cities so that I did not, as the line in <em><strong>that<\/strong><\/em> song says, go &#8220;from Tucson to Tucumcari&#8221;. Of course, that little detail did not keep references from being made by others or prevent me from mentally humming one of the greatest bits of alliterative road trip poetry ever:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I&#8217;ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari<br \/>\nTehachapi to Tonapah.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The words are from <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em>, a song on Linda Ronstadt&#8217;s 1974 album &#8220;Heart Like a Wheel&#8221;. But it&#8217;s not a Linda Ronstadt song. Not only didn&#8217;t she write it. She did not, as might be said of some of her other covers, &#8220;make it her own&#8221;. In my view, that would be impossible. Linda might sing &#8220;I&#8217;m drunk and dirty, don&#8217;t you know&#8221; beautifully, but it&#8217;s not remotely convincing. I can accept Lowell George, the bearded Little Feat guitarist who wrote <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em>, as the sometimes law-skirting truck driver the song is about. Linda Ronstadt? Hardly.<\/p>\n<p>I know that sort of stuff doesn&#8217;t bother everyone. Sometimes it doesn&#8217;t bother me all that much either. Other times, it bothers me a lot. Sometimes (just once, actually), it bothers me to the point of rather sincere hatred. Here&#8217;s how.<\/p>\n<p>Little Feat recorded <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em> a couple of years before Ronstadt did, and I believe I heard that version first. Or maybe I heard them both about the same time. Whatever the case, I knew of both and, while I thought it silly for this sweet-voiced young girl to claim she&#8217;d &#8220;driven every kind of rig that&#8217;s ever been made&#8221;, I was not particularly upset about it. I bought &#8220;Heart Like a Wheel&#8221; and her 1976 &#8220;Greatest Hits&#8221;. Then came &#8217;78.<\/p>\n<p>Warren Zevon&#8217;s &#8220;Excitable Boy&#8221; was released in January of 1978. It contained <em>Werewolves of London<\/em>, which got a lot of airplay and my attention. The name was not entirely unfamiliar to me (I read liner notes), but the music was. I bought &#8220;Excitable Boy&#8221;. I went to see Zevon live. I bought the only other Warren Zevon album readily available. Titled &#8220;Warren Zevon&#8221;, that other album had some tunes on it that I had heard before. There was <em>Hasten Down the Wind<\/em>, which Ronstadt had recorded and used as the title track of an album she released in 1976. And there were a couple of songs that had appeared on Ronstadt&#8217;s &#8220;Simple Dreams&#8221; album.&nbsp;<span style=\"box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;\">One was&nbsp;<em>Carmelita<\/em>, who, despite the&nbsp;<em>Willin&#8217;<\/em> like gender mismatch and the ill-fitting drug references, Linda had performed admirably.<\/span>&nbsp;The other was <em>Poor Poor Pitiful Me<\/em>. That&#8217;s where the trouble started.<\/p>\n<p>Even though Linda&#8217;s covers of songs like <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em> and <em>Carmelita<\/em>&nbsp;challenged my imagination a little, they presented the material accurately as well as beautifully. Not so her version of <em>Poor Poor Pitiful Me<\/em>. I had heard Linda&#8217;s version quite a bit, but readily admit that I had never paid a lot of attention to the lyrics. I thought it a catchy little tune about someone with a little bad luck. Now I heard the song directly from its creator and it wasn&#8217;t like that at all. As much as just about any song that Zevon has written, <em>Poor Poor Pitiful Me<\/em> is filled with dark-edged humor. Its calls for pity are clearly facetious. Its characters about as scary as they are seductive. None of this is visible in Ronstadt&#8217;s version. Part of it is gender related. When Warren complains that &#8220;These young girls won&#8217;t let me be&#8221;, you can hear the wink in his voice. When Linda makes a similar complaint about &#8220;These young boys&#8221;, you simply believe her. Linda singing about the Yokohama boy who &#8220;threw me down&#8221;, asking &#8220;Please don&#8217;t hurt me Mama&#8221;, doesn&#8217;t seem humorous at all. When Warren says the same line to a girl who threw him down, that audible wink is very much in evidence. Actually, he didn&#8217;t sing about Yokohama at all in that studio recording. Instead, there is a verse about a girl who asks Warren if he&#8217;d &#8220;beat her&#8221;, which would have definitely been tough for Linda to use.<\/p>\n<p>This was just too much for me. Here, the sweet voice and gender change did not just challenge my imagination. It altered the meaning of the song entirely. I saw it as an intentional and criminal act to disarm Zevon. The relatively minor changes to <em>Carmelita<\/em> also became more sinister as I started viewing them as part of the plot to suppress Zevon&#8217;s art. In my mind, Linda Ronstadt suddenly changed from a talented singer to a despised creature who sucked the soul out of songs and turned them into sugary pablum. My outrage might not have been justified, but it was certainly sincere. I truly disliked this woman. I&#8217;ve only recently learned that one of the things that sent me over the edge just wasn&#8217;t true. I have read that, according to Zevon himself, the &#8220;beat her&#8221; line was ad-libbed in the studio. Except for the gender change, Linda had sung the verse as written.<\/p>\n<p>Although that last discovery makes my near hatred seem even sillier, it really played no part in my getting over it. Time naturally caused it to fade, but I&#8217;ve actually dredged it up and erased it. I was always a little ashamed of it and am glad it&#8217;s gone. In the end, all it took was a close look. That look started when I first met one of Linda&#8217;s nephews and became a little more serious when I met a brother and another nephew. Linda&#8217;s brother, Michael J, and his sons, Michael G and Petie, perform as Ronstadt Generations and have been mentioned on this site a few times. At my first meeting with Michael J, I remember wondering if he could tell I despised his sister. I also remember thinking that he was a really nice person and that his sister probably was too. Unless he has well-disguised mind-reading skills, Michael J has no idea how I feel about his sister. She has never been a topic in any conversation I&#8217;ve had with any of the Ronstadts, but the contact did make me revisit those ill feelings from the 1970s, realize how ridiculous they were, and dump them.<\/p>\n<p>I still don&#8217;t like Ronstadt&#8217;s version of&nbsp;<em>Poor Poor Pitiful Me<\/em>&nbsp;at all, and I&#8217;m not all that fond of her rendition of&nbsp;<em>Carmelita<\/em> either.&nbsp;For me, <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em> is and will always be a Lowell George song and not a Linda Ronstadt song. But some people really like her versions and I&#8217;m guessing that George and Zevon have been financially helped more than hurt by them. I&#8217;m quite happy over the fact that I can now admit to myself that Linda&#8217;s version of <em>Hasten Down the Wind<\/em> is at least as good as the original and that her recording of <em>Blue Bayou<\/em>, while I personally will never pick it over Roy Orbison&#8217;s, is pretty darned good.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the cover from <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3HJz6LF\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Linda&#8217;s year-old autobiography<\/a> pictured at the top of this article. I&#8217;ve used it for two reasons. One is that it is what I would use if reviewing the book (which I&#8217;m not), so I probably won&#8217;t get sued over it. The other is that it&#8217;s a face that&#8217;s not easy to connect with smuggling &#8220;smokes and folks from Mexico&#8221; or being &#8220;all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town&#8221;, and maybe that will support my point about ill-fitting songs a little. I have not read the entire book, but scanned through it to learn that Linda actively sought out Lowell George in order to learn and record <em>Willin&#8217;<\/em>. On the other hand, <em>Poor Poor Pitiful Me<\/em>&nbsp;was not only not appropriated in some dark plot to gentrify Warren Zevon, but was pressed on Linda by mutual friend Jackson Brown.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On my most recent road trip, I drove through both Tucson, Arizona, and Tucumcari, New Mexico. I did not drive directly from one to the other. 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