{"id":693,"date":"2013-07-03T14:09:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-03T21:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2013\/07\/the-glory-of-big-star.html"},"modified":"2013-07-03T14:09:00","modified_gmt":"2013-07-03T21:09:00","slug":"the-glory-of-big-star","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2013\/07\/the-glory-of-big-star.html","title":{"rendered":"The Glory of Big Star"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>THEY were nearly invisible &#8212; barely even a memory &#8212; during most of my formative years, and you&#8217;d never hear &#8217;em on the &#8220;classic rock&#8221; stations that dominated radio programming in most of America. But when various indie rockers started to sing this band&#8217;s praises, they became a legend, at least among a passionate few.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-33xYl39UdMc\/UdSgEWBp0zI\/AAAAAAAACUY\/95p_5pnP75k\/s202\/alex-andy-jody-by-bigstar-tree.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-33xYl39UdMc\/UdSgEWBp0zI\/AAAAAAAACUY\/95p_5pnP75k\/s200\/alex-andy-jody-by-bigstar-tree.jpg\" width=\"188\"><\/a>And that mix of injustice, lost opportunity, creative isolation, cult passion and eventual rebirth is all part of the story told in the new documentary <i><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bigstarstory.com\/\">Big Star: Nothing Can Hurt Me<\/a><\/i>, which opens today. It&#8217;s our favorite movie about rock music in many moons.<\/p>\n<p>Big Star, of course, was born in early &#8217;70s Memphis, and led by former Box Tops singer Alex Chilton and the troubled\/ brilliant Chris Bell. They sang timeless pop songs like September Gurls, Thirteen, the Ballad of El Goodo and In the Street, and made a very complex\/ deep\/ troubled third album called <i>Sister Lovers<\/i>. (Strangely, they were signed to Stax, the soul label.)\u00a0They captured a far wider range of emotions than almost any &#8217;70s band I can think of.<\/p>\n<p>Musicians like the Replacements began to talk them up in the late &#8217;80s; the doc shows a bit of their wonderful song Alex Chilton, and includes testimonials by Ira Kaplan of Yo La Tengo, Norman Blake of Teenage Fanclub, Chris Stamey of the dB&#8217;s and Bobby Gillespie of Primal Scream. And who knew the photographer William Eggleston, one of the pioneers of color photography, was a fellow traveler, and played piano on one of their records?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-Z2LFHQD3trk\/UdShkTVWpBI\/AAAAAAAACUo\/xnQ7Po9_qRY\/s1600\/big-star-barn.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-Z2LFHQD3trk\/UdShkTVWpBI\/AAAAAAAACUo\/xnQ7Po9_qRY\/s320\/big-star-barn.jpg\" width=\"320\"><\/a>The band&#8217;s music been remastered or something; it&#8217;s never sounded better.<\/p>\n<p>For what it&#8217;s worth, I lead a very impassioned but strictly amateur band in my garage, the Subterraneans, devoted to early indie rock and its roots. We play a lot of VU, Neil Young, early R.E.M., Replacements, and so on. Most nights we kick off with the heavenly chime of September Gurls.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight, you&#8217;ll hear that one for sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THEY were nearly invisible &#8212; barely even a memory &#8212; during most of my formative years, and you&#8217;d never hear &#8217;em on the &#8220;classic rock&#8221; stations that dominated radio programming in most of America. But when various indie rockers started to sing this band&#8217;s praises, they became a legend, at least among a passionate few. 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