MOJO Magazine: Buried Treasure "Album That Time Forgot."

Artist: Willis Alan Ramsey
Release: Willis Alan Ramsey
Discogs: 3750302
Released: 1972 / 1999
Label: Shelter Records / Koch Records
Catalog#: SR2124 / KOC-CD-8019
Format: FLAC / Lossless / Log (100%) / Cue / CD, Reissue
Country: US
Style: Rock, Folk Rock, Country Rock

Tracklisting:

01. Ballad Of Spider John
02. Muskrat Candlelight
03. Geraldine And The Honeybee
04. Wishbone
05. Satin Sheets
06. Goodbye Old Missoula
07. Painted Lady
08. Watermelon Man
09. Boy From Oklahoma
10. Angel Eyes
11. Northeast Texas Woman

Since it came in the mail, Willis Alan Ramsey's self-titled debut from 1971, now being re-released by KOCH Records, has been working overtime in my cd player. Given that Lyle Lovett called this cd "one of the greatest records of all time," I was predisposed to like it. I like it even more every time I hear it.

It's always been a little fantasy of mine to discover some obscure album in a record store that few people have heard of, but that was far ahead of its day. Timeless, even. The kind of album that contemporary artists refer to as a seminal influence on their work. Willis Alan Ramsey's record is just such an album. Recorded in 1971, with acknowledgements to Leon Russell, JJ. Cale, Russ Kunkel, Elliot Mazer, and Greg Allman in the liner notes, the list of artists Ramsey and his album have influenced is fairly impressive. Along with Lyle Lovett and the Allman Brothers, there's Shawn Colvin (who sings "Satin Sheets" on her album Cover Girl), Jimmy Buffett, America, Waylon Jennings, Jerry Jeff Walker, Leo Kottke, Rickie Lee Jones, and John Prine. And let's not forget Captain & Tennille (more about them later).

I also have a soft spot for singer-songwriter-musicians who take full artistic responsibility for the work they put out. I'm the kind of guy that would rather hear Kris Kristofferson sing "Me and Bobby McGee" than Janis Joplin. She may've been a better performer and vocalist than ol' Kris, but it's his damned song. Here again, Willis Alan Ramsey is my kind of guy. He wrote all the songs on this album, plays guitar, bass, and harmonica, co-produces, and, of course, sings. With all due respect to Kris Kristofferson, Ramsey is one songwriter who can sing. He possesses a pliant and expressive voice that seems to wrap itself differently around each song. At times he sounds a bit like James Taylor, and in my opinion he outsings all of the guys with whom he's commonly compared.

The song most people will recognize from this album is "Muskrat Candlelight," which was immortalized by Captain and Tennille as "Muskrat Love." Ramsey's original version sounds a whole lot better. For one thing, it doesn't seem the slightest bit corny (a quality I formerly ascribed in part to the lyrics, but now know was fully due to the Captain). For another, like the other songs on this album, Ramsey somehow manages to combine the best elements of folk, country, rock, jazz and blues to produce a sound that's infinitely listenable. It kinda reminds me of Brewer and Shipley's Tarkio Road in the way it makes me want to sit on a porch on a shady afternoon and contemplate smoking something. Not that you'd need to smoke anything, because the music has already provided a relaxed, happy, almost spiritual mood.

Speaking of sitting on porches, there's a popular story about Lyle Lovett and fellow Texan Robert Earl Keen Jr., back in their college days, sitting on their porch wearing nothing but underwear and guitars, serenading the neighbors across the street. I'd be willing to bet they were playing tunes by Willis Alan.

Major thumbs up to KOCH Records for re-releasing Willis Alan Ramsey. What a cool label, and KOCH Entertainment is a pretty cool distributing company too (they distribute, among many other indie labels, Righteous Babe Records, which has to be some kind of coolness barameter).

Only one question remains. Where is Ramsey now, and when is he going to show up on Austin City Limits for a triumphant hometown comeback?

This album rates a Groovy Factor of Five out of Five, which means I'm richer for owning it than I know how to express.
 
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