anthonyeaston.livejournal.comWillie Nelson has always deconstructed westerns, and maintained a
belief in telling the truth about places buried under their own
mythology. It is found on his album, the Red Headed Stranger and in
any number of singles over decades. It is found, in his low, lean and
hungry version of the traditional ballad "He was a Friend of Mine",
which could so easily have been dismissed, because of its lyrics, and
because of its placement on the soundtrack to that Heath and Jake
movie. After his soundtrack work, he released, on Howard Stern and
then i-tunes, a cover of the cult classic outlaw tune Cowboys are
Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other. The two songs entwine, and
emerge as one text, working out familiar themes: the decimation that
unexpected desire can cause, ideas of masculinity and honour, the
implications of dereliction of duty, and larger, more formal concerns
of isolation, landscape and comfort.
Cowboys…is the rare song that actually talks about what it means to
fuck the same gender on the prairies. Fuck in any number of ways, fuck
because they love each other, fuck because they are lonely, fuck
because they want to be kept literally warm or have a companion, or to
continue their lives outside the mainstream, as another kind of
outlaws. Like any number of us, it is about what happens when others
cannot handle the fluidity and dangerous nature of desire. The song is
a classic, because it catalogs the options for how bodies fit
together, and because it acknowledges that some of the options mean
that "there's always someone who says what the others just whisper/and
mostly that someone is the first one to be shot down dead"
The original is done in waltz time, and has a theatrical winking and
nodding. The music has the same kind of music hall extravagance that
caused Jobraith to lose his career, and 30 years later for Rufus
Wainwright to have one. (Think of it as a less secure, less ambiguous,
less haunting version of the Magnetic Field's Papa was a Rodeo.) The
slippages of gender, sexuality, and desire emphasized here are
bog-standard Freud, lines like "I believe to my soul/there is a
feminine/and inside every lady/there is a deep manly voice/ to be made
clear", maintain gay men really want to be women and vice versa line
that seems so old fashioned in the land of Brokeback and the
International Gay Rodeo Association.
The satisfaction in male companionship is a central theme in the both
songs, in the film, in westerns in general. The codes of masculinity
are Byzantine and violations of these codes are rewarded by violence.
One of the reasons why Matthew Sheppard was left to die in that field
in Wisconsin was the difference between city boys and country boys,
between those who went to college, and those who were working men.
Watching Brokeback Mountain, Ang Lee is as aware of this; as is Ned
Sublette (the songwriter of Cowboys…) the hardness of the lovemaking,
and the wrestling/shoving/physicality of the foreplay in the movie
show this. He was also wise choosing the solidity of Willie Nelson to
sing over the credits, as a coda, a song that expressed issues of
masculinity, obliquely. He was a Friend of Mine, comes from the ground
of the west. It does not have an author, and the narrative is basic
narrative, with little detail, some in cliché. He sings it with great
tenderness, but little directness (as opposed to Dylan, who was never
really tender).
Like most ballads, the key to "He was a Friend of Mine", is the
repetition of the chorus. The lines "he never did wrong/a thousand
miles at home, and he never harmed no one" have an old fashioned,
permanence—a depth of hagiography that was never really existent in
either Clint Eastwood or in Roy Rogers. The two songs here are never
really about fucking, but about how to live integrously in a land that
rewards anything but what it says it does.
Both performances then are about what the Quakers would call speaking
truth to power, and farmers I know, would call handling your own shit.
The laconic taciturn outside of the cowboy hides a soft center. There
is an effort to keep secrets, to cause no trouble. There is something
of the private text, spoken softly amongst friends, in He was a Friend
of Mine, and Willie infuses all of the privacy, the sadness and the
shock, in the line "Stoles away and cries". There is tension between
being quietly silent and actually processing grief, a tension that
violates the code of the west, just as admitting that the desires that
one cowboy has for another, may not only be geographic convenience,
but about lust.
This might be Willie Nelson's American Recordings moment, a desire to
push himself away from old complacencies, and old audiences. It often
happens when someone's physical instrument is so ragged, and when the
desire is to communicate differently Nelson's voice is shot. But how
ragged he sounds here, and how broken he sounds, makes the two songs
even sadder, stronger, more tragic. They are a return to questions
that remain unsolved in the 70s, and their answers are of an old man:
be generous to people, mourn the dead, fight for the living, refuse to
apologize for love and desire. Together, they prove a testament to
Nelson's skills as an interpretive guide, and to someone who really
knows cowboys.