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Another Turning —
Sam Phillips talks with
Jeffrey Overstreet
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Introduction:
Burnett was generous with us, spending at least an hour with us at breakfast, and inviting us to ride with him to a lunch event celebrating the release of his album The Criminal Under My Own Hat, hosted by the record company, where he gave us seats beside him at the table. He did not conceal the fact that he was not fond of such events, and seemed to welcome conversation with two college kids who seemed interested in discussing history and politics as much as spirituality and art. Before we parted ways, he even put his autograph under the brim of my hat. A record company staffer took our picture together, with T-Bone wearing my hat, and she promised to mail a copy to me. It never came. I made myself a promise that day. Someday, I would interview my hero--Sam Phillips, the woman whose songwriting had inspired me most, carried me through the toughest hours in my life, and whose example had led me to a greater appreciation of art, since I first heard her music in 1983. I would have to wait more than a decade for the opportunity. During that period I'd meet and interview many other artists I greatly admire, and even become friends with some of them... but the opportunity to interview Sam eluded me. A lot has happened in my life since then. I graduated from college, started a magazine, wrote a couple of novels, spent nine years working for the Seattle city government, was married in '92, founded a non-profit organization, and recorded over a thousand songs with a band. I also watched the faith of my spouse crumble and with it the marriage, the most grievous loss of my life, a wound that is still healing. But on difficult nights, Sam Phillips' music would come to my rescue, inspiring me, reassuring me, and ministering to me with poetry and melodies unlike anything else I could find. Thus, her reminders of grace and hope gleamed even brighter when God granted me the grace of a new marriage--and eight years of blessing later, the grace continues. And speaking of marraiges, it just so happens that Sam Phillips was T-Bone Burnett's wife. My history with the music of Sam Phillips Ironic, that the singer/songwriter who would lead me the furthest in my relationship with Jesus Christ would be one who was practically driven out of the Christian music industry. For her integrity and artistry, I owe Sam Phillips many thanks. Here is a quick summary of her rather unique story, and some notes on why she is so significant a player in the history of Looking Closer. Before 1989, Sam Phillips was known by her real name: Leslie Phillips. Leslie was more of a "rock star" in the Christian world than safe, friendly Amy Grant, but she still managed to become the second most popular female vocalist in contemporary Christian music during the 1980s. Leslie had a reckless edge. Her album Dancing with Danger may have contained lyrics warning people not to dance in the dangerous world of sin, but the energy in her music had a bit of danger to it as well, as did her big blonde rocker hairdo. I was drawn to Leslie’s albums because of her aggressive lyrics, and I came to enjoy her pinched, hard-edged vocal style, even as songs like “Black and White in a Grey World” reaffirmed the dynamic I had been taught—that for Christians, life was a simple system of rights and wrongs, while the rest of the world was lost without a moral compass. But when Phillips’ The Turning arrived in 1986, it was like nothing I’d ever heard. It shook my life the way the Beatles shook music history. And for that depressed 16 year-old boy... who had just fallen in love for the first time and been soundly rejected... it was a great comfort. The Turning began with a cover of a song by T-Bone Burnett, the album’s producer, called “River of Love.” That song began by acknowledging the hardship of life, the confusion that love can bring, and its verses concluded with melancholy notes about failure and brokenness that would not be resolved by the conclusion of the song. The rest of the album consisted of desperate prayers, anger, frustration, longing, and only occasional glimmers of God’s promises. It sounded like a collection of the darker psalms, the ones where David feels lost and alone and never comes to that perfect peace that most Christian music offers. One song especially—“Answers Don’t Come Easy”—concluded with the singer resolving merely to wait for God’s answer, observing that the answer was currently nowhere to be found. For me, the album gave voice to the things I was feeling, acknowledging things the religious cheerleaders of the Christian music world did not have the honesty, courage, or integrity to acknowledge. Furthermore, Phillips gave voice to her pain with the use of metaphors that challenged you to think about ideas that were larger than the songs themselves. You had to get involved with that music. Burnett had orchestrated a sparse, percussive, unconventional sound that set you on edge and defied expectations. To this day, The Turning remains among the rarest of gospel music recordings—something that doesn’t deliver what we want to hear, but challenges us to pay attention. The lyrics were not approved by any Christian committee. They were raw, naked, honest, right out of Phillips’ journal. The album was not well received by Christian counterculture. It got one rave from an insightful writer at CCM Magazine, but Phillips' Turning concerts bombed. Christians walked out on her because they wanted something else—they wanted simple, happy assurances with lots of lights and dancing. They didn’t want a woman pouring her heart out for them. They didn’t want to face the harsh realities of the questions. They just wanted to agree with the answers they already knew by heart. This was something above and beyond Amy Grant's crossover from commercial Christianity to commercial pop culture. Amy Grant was affirming that Christians can sing about anything—that we can celebrate all parts of our lives in song, because God is in all those parts. Hooray for Amy. But Phillips was going farther than that. She was saying we could even bring out the darkness, we could admit to our own flaws, and not be ashamed. Indeed, we needed to quit masquerading as perfect “Jesus gave me all the answers” Christians and start admitting our human-ness, our fallenness, our lack of answers, our sins. She could not live up to the “role-model” status that the industry demanded of her. She was something better. She was more compellingly real. And with that, she did an interview with CCM Magazine in which she promptly announced her retirement from the Christian music industry. This was, I would learn, due to the counsel and guidance of her producer, now her friend—and a few months later, her husband—T-Bone Burnett. Burnett, the man who had led Bob Dylan to Christianity. Burnett, who would become one of rock music’s greatest producers, packaging up the great sounds of Elvis Costello, Counting Crows, Los Lobos, Bruce Cockburn, Gillian Welch, and the O Brother, Where Art Thou? phenomenon. It would be Burnett's genius that would chauffeur Phillips back into the spotlight, on a bigger stage, to realize her finest work. Leslie changed her name to her childhood nickname--“Sam.” And in 1987, she released an album as Sam Phillips, titled The Indescribable Wow. It was an album of Beatles-esque pop songs, brilliantly written, sung with a new energy and excitement, and recorded with astonishing creativity and beauty. I followed right along, stepping out of the confines of the restrictive, prescriptive, saccharine Christian music world into the larger world where everything contained glimpses of the sacred, where honest and authentic expressions could be found amidst the commercialism and the crap… in fact, they were far easier to find than in the polished, packaged, carefully cleaned-up, committee-approved lyrics of the Christian music industry.
The Indescribable Wow...
it was liberation, it was the freedom and exhilaration of singing
about human things, human relationships, not the prescribed
preach-and-praise of Christian music. She was free and it was a joy.
At the same time, thanks to her music and others I had recently
discovered, I was beginning to affirm that all subjects are sacred,
all beauty is God's, all truth open for discussion. Cruel Inventions (May 28, 1991) showed her discovering a new confidence, and with that came the release of anger. She was finally ready to be done with "lying" and to speak her mind frankly, even a bit arrogantly. (Others here have pointed out a sense of cynicism and harshness, and I think that's true, but I think it also makes total sense considering her story to that date.) During this time I too was beginning to vent my long repressed anger and frustration about many things: about the walls behind which my church upbringing had kept me, where they had thrown fuel on the fires they had lit in my head and heart, fires of judgmentalism, legalism, self-righteousness, and pharisaical Christianity. Now I realized what a monster I had been, and I began rebelling against religious isolationism, prejudice, and separatism that had been instilled in me.
Martinis and Bikinis (Mar 8, 1994) was the sound of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. She was unveiled in all her Beatles-styled splendor, a wildly imaginative and professional work of rock and roll, at once her boldest musical adventure and the most eloquent syntheses of what Sam Phillips has to say. It also hinted at the mysticism of the music of her future. I was enthralled. It was all the sonic brilliance of the Beatles without compromising an honesty and commitment to the truth of the Spirit that moves in mysterious ways. Time Magazine did a full story on the album, saying something to the effect that the ghost of John Lennon, if it had taken up habitation in any particular songwriter, must have settled in Sam Phillips. Burnett's work with her seems to have found firmer ground on this record after the experimentation and eccentric style hopping of Cruel Inventions. Today it still sounds lasting and true in its explorations of faith (via C.S. Lewis and G.K. Chesterton), the embarrassment of right-wing evangelical politics when it comes to "legislating" art ("Baby I Can't Please You"), and the tightrope between law and freedom that each spiritual pilgrim struggles to walk ("I Need Love," "Strawberry Road"). Every track is outstanding. Sample her banner song "I Need Love," as well as "Signposts" and "Circle of Fire". One of the most interesting footnotes in Phillips' career: The cover of Martinis and Bikinis caught the attention of film director John McTiernan, who thought she looked like the perfect person to play a German terrorist in Die Hard With a Vengeance. Cast her he did. And Phillips got to vent some more of that pent up anger playing a murderous (and mute) villain. It was a hoot.
Omnipop: It's Only a Flesh Wound, Lambchop (Aug 20, 1996) was strange, twisted, experimental, subversive, and mysterious, like Martinis and Bikinis with a twist of David Lynch. She was moving on already, refusing to simply be the carrier of the Beatles torch, refusing to use her newfound fame to turn out hit singles. The abstract, Rilke-esque "Your Hands" showed that she was still interested in developing as a poet of spiritual longing and the eroticism of dialogue with the Divine. Throughout, the album works as a piece, joined loosely by common thematic threads — falling, faith, fear, "zeroes" — to keep us turning it this way and that for better understanding. Her references to Thomas Merton ("Power World") paralleled my own immersion in Merton's writing. The mystery of Christ was the center of the world now, and the trappings of confining, over-defining dogma were a memory. The refrain of "Your Hands" would be a chorus close to my heart in those days, as I suffered the collapse of a marriage that died. But the songs that would provide the most resolution for me would not come until 2004.... Two months later, I married a woman named Anne. Fortunately for me, Anne's a big Sam Phillips fan. During this period, two significant things developed in my life thanks to the Internet. First, a Sam Phillips Internet fan club was born through an e-mail chain; it was called Samposts. After it had been running for a couple of years, both T-Bone Burnett and Sam Phillips showed up at one point to chat with their fans. Actually, Sam posted only one email. To my surprise, she addressed it directly to me (which disgruntled a couple of those on the list.) She quoted Thomas Merton's Zen and the Birds of Appetite:
Then she said, "I'd rather have the mystery of Christ than the right answers." The second thing that happened: Right about that time, I posted the first version of the Looking Closer Web site, to offer whatever I could in helping people see God at work in the arts beyond the walls of the Christian counterculture. Sam was my inspiration... a sort of "patron saint" for the site.
Arriving July 21, 2001, Fan Dance (<click for full review), another veritable reinvention, was Sam's move to the monastery of quiet poetry. It was a spooky minimalist affair about finding her identity in her departure from logic, her departure from dogma, her constant pursuit of the elusive truth, the God who will not be boxed in. "I've tried, I can't find refuge in the angle / I walk the mystery of the curve..." There was an increasing emphasis on the mystery of invisible reality, of the love growing underneath the harsh and angular surfaces of the visible.
When A Boot and a Shoe (<click for full review) was released on April 27, 2004, the album affected me more deeply than anything I'd heard since The Turning. That's because the songs were her quiet laments and prayers in the wake of her separation from husband and producer T-Bone Burnett. Making things even more bittersweet, Burnett himself produced the album and played bass for it. "Reflecting Light" may be the most beautiful song she's ever recorded, capturing and crystallizing themes and insights that have recurred throughout her career. Compare this to "Answers Don't Come Easy" from The Turning, and you can hear the same ideas, but voiced with such mature and sophisticated poetry. How far she has come. Sam returned to Seattle for the first time since the Martinis and Bikinis tour. On June 8th, 2004, Anne and I met her after the concert, and I was finally able to shake her hand and thank her for her music and the story of her life. It is, after all, the story of Leslie Phillips becoming Sam Phillips that became the inspiration for me to start writing about art for Christians, and the provocation for me to start the Looking Closer Web site. When I told her the story, she was rather bewildered by how far back I traced the progress of her creative vision and its influence on my work. And she gave me the details for how to contact her for an interview. And so an interview was finally scheduled. |
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It almost didn't happen. I counted fifteen attempts to connect with Sam Phillips on the morning we were supposed to speak. First, she wasn't at the right number. Then, I couldn't reach her agent. Then, the hotel staff told me they were supposed to hold any calls coming in. Then, they gave me a cell phone number, but couldn't provide a three-digit prefix; so I tried several logical guesses, wrong each time. Finally I called the hotel again and got hold of a different woman, and SHE had the right prefix. I finally connected with Ms. Phillips, just in time for her cell phone to die. She suggested, as the signal died, that I call her room in five minutes. So I did, and the hotel staff told me they were not allowed to put calls through. I pleaded my case, and they conceded. At last, we were ready to talk. As you might might imagine, much of the conversation was personal. But here are some excerpts from our talk. Some of the questions deal with issues I have worked through for a decade or more, but the chance to get her personal response to them was too good to pass up. So if some of this seems like familiar "Looking Closer territory," don't be surprised.
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Overstreet: Looking back at 1986 and the Christian subculture that you walked away from, it seems to me that we’re seeing a change in things now. More and more Christians are beginning to look beyond the walls of this Christian counter-culture we’ve built for ourselves and they're seeing meaning in the wide world of art. For so long, there’s been a church-bound culture of fear, fear of being corrupted by the artistic expressions of those who don’t speak the lingo of “Christian-ese,” or who have different lifestyles. But now there’s a growing appreciation for metaphor, the kind of thing that we hear in your lyrics, or in the song of Bob Dylan, U2, Bruce Cockburn, Over the Rhine, and The Innocence Mission. What is it that you say to those who are still living in that kind of fear?
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I hope to re-connect with Sam when she returns to Seattle for a follow-up show this Winter. Rumor has it she's bringing a whole string section to back her up this time. If that occurs, you can bet you'll hear about it here. Now, I'm off to read some Jean
Giano. Sam's never misled me before. -Jeffrey
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