The Free Bird Phenomenon
Eric Whelchel
The concert is nearly over. The applause of the crowd fades slowly. Empty beer bottles clink as they are swept away by the bartenders. A non-smoker coughs in the purple-lit, smoke-filled air. One of the band’s crew members makes a last-ditch play to sell some t-shirts. Married suburbanites head for the exit, trying to beat the traffic and save a few dollars on the babysitter.
The lead singer slowly approaches the microphone, scratches his thick Old Testament beard, and offers a quiet “Thank you” to the crowd. The singer asks if anyone has any requests.
The crowd responds in the only way it knows how: by screaming out their own favorite song at the top of their lungs. And then repeating it over and over, in an attempt to be heard above the shouting of everyone else. From the stage, the shouts blur together and the only request the band hears is “OXMENARDGRUBEN!!”
The crowd waits in anticipation as the band decides which song to play next. But before the band can decide, a rumbling is heard like a gunshot in the night, piercing the relative quiet of the club: “Play 'Free Bird'! Woo!”
The Free Bird Phenomenon is still alive and well in music venues all across the United States. I have seen it happen in small, sweaty clubs, cavernous arenas, and can’t-see-shit outdoor amphitheaters. I have seen it happen at acoustic shows, electric shows, solo shows, and cram-twelve-musicians-on-the-stage shows. For years I have tried to understand this phenomenon, to stare into its mysterious Southern eyes and reach some sort of catharsis, some kind of greater existential understanding as to why it has survived all these years.
And yet I have always failed to understand the Free Bird Phenomenon. Granted, I’m familiar with the story of how it started (reportedly via Lynryd Skynyrd’s 1976 live album One More From The Road). I just cannot understand why it has persisted to this day.
The reason I cannot solve this mystery is that the song "Free Bird", to use the technical term, sucks.
The lyrics, which I’ll call 50% of a song, are boring and numbingly repetitive. Think I’m wrong? The song takes as its central image one of the oldest, most-clichéd symbols in the arts: a bird flying free. And then delivers a short series of awkward near-rhymes: “Would you still remember me/For I must be traveling on now/There’s too many place I’ve got to see.” About every fifth word seems to be either “change” or “bird.” Yawn.
But what about the other 50% of the song — that fabled guitar solo? Let’s be honest — most people can’t stand extended instrumentals in a song (and in today’s ADD world, I’m considering "Free Bird" a prime example). That’s because most instrumentals, after about the first minute, reveal themselves to be a lot like fake breasts: they’re nice to look at from a distance, but are vaguely disappointing after you’ve spent some time with them. And "Free Bird" definitely fits this category.
If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself. Pull up the song on the digital device of your choice (CD players still exist, right?). Settle into your favorite chair. Put the kids to bed. Turn the lights down low. And there, in the comfort of your living room, try to listen to the song in its entirety, including the instrumental, without reaching for the TV remote, checking email, or skipping to a different song. Odds are you will not be able to do it.
Now I realize the song has taken on an added poignancy over the years, especially in light of the various tragedies that have befallen the band’s members. But the song was written before all of those events: before Duane Allman’s fatal motorcycle crash in 1971, before the deadly 1977 airplane crash that ended the classic incarnation of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Partly because of those events, the song has taken on a status of mythic proportions. Nevertheless, the song, at its core, is essentially about a one-night stand (or maybe a weekend fling or otherwise sordid relationship), and nothing more. It even employs the famous “it’s not you, it’s me excuse”: “Please don’t take it so badly/The Lord knows I’m to blame.”
So why has the Free Bird Phenomenon continued to this day? Is there something about the song that speaks to the heart of the American spirit, something that reveals an essential trait of the American identity? Doubtful. Is it a sacred, unspoken tradition shared from generation to generation among a dedicated segment of concertgoers? Not likely. Is it just an idiosyncrasy of attending certain concerts in the United States? Possibly. Is it just an excuse for an intoxicated wise-ass to get a few cheap laughs? Probably.
A college roommate once said that "Free Bird" was like, well, fake breasts. He said this in a drunken haze as he quietly, with the dedication of an artist who had mastered his craft, consumed a deep-dish pizza at 2:30 AM on a Saturday morning as Lynryd Skynyrd blasted from our dorm room. At the time I dismissed it as the mere ramblings of a sexually frustrated and intoxicated college freshman. Only years later did I realize the true brilliance and accuracy in his simple, Jim Beam-induced statement.
The Free Bird Phenomenon has become a part of American concert culture, and it’s most likely not going anywhere anytime soon. I guess I’ll have to live with it, just like the Taylor Hicks Ford commercial or David Lee Roth singing bluegrass versions of Van Halen songs. But for me, my new request at concerts will be “OXMENARDGRUBEN.” Wonder if it’ll catch on.
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Tim
August 8, 2006
06:49 PM
Gah! Duane Allman had nothing to do with Lynyrd Skynyrd! He was the sublime lead guitarist of The Allman Brothers Band and, perhaps even more famously, as the guitarist on Derek & The Dominoes' Layla that didn't fall down drunk and stoned during the sessions (Clapton being the one who did).
That's Duane you hear playing the signature riffs and the slide guitar in Layla. That's him smokin' on Boz Scaggs' (Boz Scaggs!) Loan Me a Dime and Wilson Pickett's Hey Jude. And that's him with the Allman Brothers until he wrecked his motorcycle and died.
The guys noodling the fretboards in Free Bird weren't in the same league with Duane Allman.
/rant
Guppusmaximus
August 8, 2006
07:16 PM
Amen...Tim
"Free Bird" is the song that makes you wanna puke about a minute into it. Just like the rest of Lynyrd Skynyrds Discography... If anyone screams that out during a show that you attend, the audience should throw beer bottles at him. Why? Because people do that to bands who suck, Why not to the people in the crowd that suck??
Eric
URL
August 8, 2006
07:26 PM
Hmmmmm ... a music critic asks:
"What's wrong with people? Why do they like a song I think is horrible? Don't they know they're wrong to like it?"
Gee, there's a shock.
Reminds me of the movie critics who were up in arms over "Big Fat Greek Wedding." They didn't understand - and still don't - why it was so popular, despite having relatively little critical or industry support.
The reason: The critics and their deeper-than-thou inner-"arteests" couldn't relate to regular people.
The impact: Critics' feelings were hurt.
The result: There wasn't one. Moviegoers were too busy enjoying the movies they liked to notice how the critics felt.
If a tree falls in the woods, but no one's there to hear it, does it yell "Free Bird!"? Or "Opa!"?
Guppusmaximus
August 8, 2006
07:44 PM
Ummm... Yea...
Music Critics don't have a clue because they get paid to much money to write reviews 'bout lame ass shite for major trendy magazines probably like the ones who hailed "Free Bird" as something tremendous back in the day.
As for "Big Fat...", that movie was awesome and I'm pretty sure the people who didn't get it are the same ones sucking on Daniel Powter's Schlong
Vern Halen
August 8, 2006
08:31 PM
Interesting question.........I'll give it a go:
Skynyrd was/is one of the truly American rock bands of the 70's. They played music that was part rock, part country, part blues, and part British Invasion, for lack of a better term (lissen to "Working for MCA" for an example of that), at least the part of the B.I. that was inifluenced by American music (I know - long winded & circular - bear with me). Most of their music is hard, tight & definitive of what rock 'n' roll really is all about.
Having said that, yes indeed, "Free Bird" is a poorly written song - Skynyrd had much better. But the fact is, they were the toughest, meanest assed band in the land - the Hell's Angels of all rock bands. And it was gang like in size - most bands had 4or 5 members, Skyntrd had a singer, bass, piano , drums & 2 or 3 guitarists depending. That's 6 or 7, not counting backup singers. So, when you hear these hombres sing this tender ballad, it kinda gits you right down in your sentimental parts, just like hearing Led Zeppelin sing Stairway to Heaven after having crafted their sleaze/drugs/magic/sex image - theh English equivalent of total badasses (although I figure Ronnie Van Zant could've talen down Page, Plant et. al. in a cage match anyday, but that's another discussion altogether).
So, the sentimetal desperado gets them through the first half of the tune. The brutal G/Bflat/C (or I/IIIminor/IV for you experts) chord change is actual relief from that - no, the boize haven't wimped out & fallen in luv - they can still pound 4/4 time to death with the best of them: longer than any Stones song, faster than Sabbath, loud as Deep Purple or the Who (what's the diff after you reach 110 deciBels?). Each section is somewhat interesting, but yes - too long all at a sitting. And there were probably times when it was less than inspired.
And probably other times is was absolutely the finest jam band performance you'd ever hope to hear. So there's the intermittent reinforcement factor - a gamblers' hope to hit the jackpot on any given night.
Similar comments could be applied to the aforementioned "Stairway to Heaven" - the other big long song from that era - loved for many of the same reasons as cited.
Anyways, that my take on it. Critics - I dunno - I never understood how they liked T. Rex but not Grand Funk. But mostly I've always found them pretty insightful. Maybe you have to get the ones whose prose reads simple to the point of simple minded, yet honest and weighty - a lot like....... Free Bird, for instance.
duane
August 8, 2006
09:27 PM
Thank you Tim for pointing out that Duane Allman was not a member of Skynyrd. The Allman Brothers were the cream of the crop when it comes to Southern rock bands. The first minute and a half of In Memory of Elizabeth Reed is worth more than the entire Skynyrd catalog.
I don't know why people make such a big deal of that Free Bird guitar solo. I like guitar solos. But this one is just annoying. It's several minutes of minor pentatonic pull-offs, hammer-ons, and bends of the 4th to 5th and 7th to tonic. It has no elegance. It has no guts. It has no balls. Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top, just to take an example of an American Southern blues rocker, wrings more guts out a solo with one note than the whole mess of Free Bird.
Robert
August 8, 2006
10:30 PM
Dude, facts are all wrong, get a clue before spewing nonsense. In fact Freebird was written by Ronnie Van Zant specifically about Duane Allman's passing.
VC
August 8, 2006
10:47 PM
Hey Robert, check your facts. ""It wasn't written as a tribute to Duane Allman, but when we would play it, we would dedicate it to Duane, and Ronnie would say, 'He's a free bird now'", says Rossington."
wikipedia
Mark Saleski
URL
August 8, 2006
10:52 PM
i thought it was a tribute to bic lighters.
Skydog Lives
August 9, 2006
01:28 PM
The original encore request that took off was "Whipping Post". Interesting the 2 relate to Duane.
Plus for those that haven't figured it out yet, "Live At The Filmore" is the greatest rock/blues album...period.
Vern Halen
August 9, 2006
05:54 PM
But only the expanded edition.
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