I got this from the library after watching the recent documentary about The Band/Robbie Robertson hagiography Once Were Brothers, because I wanted to hear some more of the other side of the story from the other side. While this didn’t give me much in the way of gossip or first-hand discussion of the decades-long vitriol Helm had for RR, I chose it because I knew it would cover the entirety of Levon Helm’s life, as opposed to his memoir, which was written in 1993. I still haven’t decided if I made the right choice.
I first discovered Levon Helm when he played Loretta Lynn’s father in Coal Miner’s Daughter, and I think I first discovered The Band when “The Weight” was used in The Big Chill. (Yet again, my adult life was shaped indelibly by watching HBO fanatically as a teen.) I admit to thinking Robbie Robertson was hot in Carny, and he was always a-ok with me because he was pals with Martin Scorsese, who is a god to me. A tiny Italian god.
As the years have gone by, and from what I heard about their feud, I became Team Levon. Plus, Levon Helm is one of the hottest men to have ever walked the USA, way more my type than RR. The documentary made RR come off as a pompous ass, but I have to admit that I could kind of see his point, if he wants everyone to get together and make music, and they’re all on the nod from heroin and what have you; you know how I am about junkies (and if you don’t just ask). But the fact that the remaining members of The Band all seemed to tour and record with Levon, and not so much RR (correct me if I’m wrong) tells me something. I don’t think it’s fair that RR, having taken songwriting credit and publishing rights, has been sitting pretty for 50 years while the rest of the group died or filed bankruptcy multiple times. Then again AGAIN, how much did Levon Helm cut off his nose to spite his face by refusing to reunite with Robbie Robertson and bury the hatchet? Robertson is probably a dick, but if they really were like brothers at one point, you have to think he’d be reachable if it weren’t for Helm’s plain old mule-headedness.
Now, back to the book: it’s not the best written; there’s an overemphasis on drumming technique which is lost on most non-musicians, I’d imagine. Also, the chapters on The Band are comparatively short against the “here is what Levon did for the last 30 years of his life” chapters. And while I appreciated the detail of the later years (again, that’s why I chose this book), a little bit more on The Band would have been appreciated.