Day Forty-Six: Cream - Wheels of Fire

RSO Records ■ RS-2-3802

Released August, 1968

Produced by Felix Pappalardi

In the Studio

Engineered by Tom Dowd and Adrian Barber

Side One:	Side Two:
White Room Sitting on Top of the World Passing Time As You Said	Pressed Rat and Warthog Politician Those Were the Days Born Under a Bad Sign Deserted Cities of the Heart

I've traded records only a few times, and on occasion had some passed along from friends for similar reasons to trades, but without the actual "trading" portion of it. My good friend Kyle--with whom I once lived, alongside my friend John--dropped a few records (and some CDs) on me when he was in the midst of moving some time ago, as well as a few when I moved out of the apartment the three of us shared. As he doesn't have the more technical expertise John has poured into equipment (as the one of us who has owned a turntable longest), he has had a turntable with a useless belt, pre-amp issues and various other things that precluded actual vinyl listening for some time. Between that, the move, and the fact that he planned to sell most of them, he gave me dibs on those records as a consequence of our friendship. Most of them reflected the variance in our tastes--John edged toward the truly weird and the normal-but-less-popular-classics as far as vinyl, Kyle edged toward progressive and improvisational classic rock, and I edged toward a weird mix of pop and post rock when we all lived together--and so I didn't know the albums as well as I might have (and, to some minds of course, "should" have).

Most of the records I gathered from him over the years have sprawl as a hefty component--a natural side effect of the kinds of bands involved, I suppose. Of all the Cream albums to have, it almost makes sense that it was Wheels of Fire, but it could be coincidental, considering it's also one that contains some solid tracks to the less interested in musicianship, too. I never got as far into Cream as he did, or really as much as any of my friends did. As I've mentioned before, my introduction to Clapton was through his solo material, and mostly the recordings that came much, much later. I did eventually pick up Fresh Cream and Disraeli Gears on CD for myself, though I've given them cursory listens at best--enough to get a feel for their sound, but not to really burn any of their work into my brain's repertoire.

To be totally honest, when he asked me if I wanted Wheels of Fire (going through the titles he was planning to sell one by one, asking about each), I thought, "Sure, I've always liked Cream songs, and I should listen to them--plus I know that one has at least a single or two that I know," and had no earthly idea this was a formatting relative of Pink Floyd's Ummagumma, the Allman Brothers Band's Eat a Peach and a handful of others: a studio LP paired with a live one. Knowing this wouldn't have dissuaded me, but it likely would have had some effect on my nonchalance or mild enthusiasm. If there's a Pink Floyd album I can't sit through, it's that one, whatever that may or may not say about me.

The collective inference you may or may not have made but I will now spell out is this: I'm not a musician, have never really aspired to be, and generally appreciate rather than enjoy extended improvisational music. I'm not a jam band person, either, largely--it's possible for extended live workouts to appeal to me, even strongly, but largely they fall on at least semi-deaf ears with me. I'm not, as a result, going to get too far into the live portion, and it may leave this with the most negative comments I may ever write in this blog about the music to which I'm listening--which doesn't necessarily make them negative, as I'm quite positive in general, just significantly less positive in this case.

If there's a song I identify first with Cream, or at least the one I did most when the name was just a band name to attach to songs (as opposed to even the other simplistic assignments--"early power trio", "supergroup", "a band Eric Clapton was in", et al.), it was "White Room", without a doubt. "Sunshine of Your Love" may (quite reasonably) come first for many people, but "White Room" is it for me. The dramatic fall of the introduction--which I long thought was a vocal recording of multiple "Ooh-ooh, ahh-ahh"s (apparently live, it sometimes was) over Ginger Baker's timpani, but is actually a strange recording of Clapton's guitar, one string bent as far as he could (the others apparently removed to allow for this), and then overdubbed in a few different recordings--lends a good bit of drama to it as both a single and an album opener, though the framework of the song's primary portion is, in a general sense, a recognizable "rock song". Jack Bruce's voice has just the right tenor--the kind he used for "Tales of Brave Ulysses" (which more musically inclined folks say is also musically similar), the kind that tells a story, but in this case given just a bit more melodiousness and "oomph". Ginger's drums are given their full space with their stretch between the left and right channels, sharp, clear and powerful from the playing alone, not just the recording and production. Clapton, of course, works in some wonderfully vocal and responsive wah-wah leads, which rarely occupy the same rhythms or melodies. The song was also one of my first introductions to the idea that a song could be named for words in the song that aren't the chorus--an early lesson, of course, but a peculiar one. Speaking of the chorus, though, the way Bruce takes the power out of his voice and goes to such a gentle falsetto is brilliant for the strange, somewhat esoteric lyrics and the dramatic, psychedelic tone of the song itself.

While Baker and Bruce each co-wrote a chunk of the album's studio songs (a roughly equivalent number), Clapton's contribution was the selection of two songs to cover, both unsurprisingly coming from the blues. The first, "Sitting on Top of the World", eases pretty slowly into being, but comes to life when Eric works in his first lead, fuzzy and felt, a little pause in the middle giving it the snap of its own flavour. Bruce and Baker really step back to let Eric (and his multiple overdubbed selves) shine on the instrumental portions of the track. Jack's vocals are some of his most actually bluesy, which is not a style he often goes for, being more completely invested in performance (betraying, I suppose, his jazz background) than feeling. His bass is more able to insinuate itself into the feel, though, even as it is clearly relegated to supportive role by even the rhythm portions of Eric's playing, though those function only to fill out the song itself. His leads drive it, with no question, and somehow manage, despite their intensity and regularity, to work as a part of it, rather than a display of prowess. Baker does have a wonderful faltering beat toward the end of the song that melds right into the stop-start nature of the main rhythm riff. This is, of course, Howlin' Wolf's arrangement of the song, though it was written and first recorded by the Mississippi Sheiks' Walter Vinson and Lonnie Chatman.

Leaving Eric's love of the blues behind, "Passing the Time" is one of the most acutely psychedelic tracks on the album, in the sense of bizarre, spacey instrumentation (Bruce mans a calliope, producer Pappalardi takes on organ pedals, and probably viola, though no one is credited for strings on the track, and co-writer Baker plays glockenspiel) and a sound that seems most appropriate for a serene introduction to a cultish animated movie. There's an introduction that implies something else, haunting vocals over pounding drums from Baker--but they cross-fade into this strange fluffy but sort of quietly odd song. "Passing the time/Passing the time/Everything fine" the song suddenly pumps itself upward to guitar driven, rapidly-moving and harder material, Jack and Ginger seeming to compete for speed and control of the song, until they cross-fade again into the calliope and glockenspiel oddity of the song's earlier portion. It's strange, but actually kind of appealing.

Credited in all parts (except "high hat", which goes to Ginger Baker of course) to Jack Bruce, "As You Said" is a rather pretty track, a mix of acoustic guitar and cello, alongside Bruce's voice. It continues a bit of the psychedelic vein of "Passing the Time", but reflects more on the artists that would record such music in acoustic and simple fashions, the odd studio trick the only concession to true weirdness (his vocals are occasionally modulated). The big downward slope of the cello is affectingly beautiful, though the whole song slides along without its clear rhythm: the hi-hat blends into the acoustic guitar's strums nicely, giving the song its actual rhythm and a bit of extra sound without making itself explicit. It reminds me a bit of the way psychedelia could manifest itself with the Beatles--unable to escape the hooks and the prettiness, despite the unusual musical choices.

You would think "Pressed Rat and Warthog" would at least be an extremely strange song--and it is, but not as strange as the title might suggest. I thought perhaps an instrumental of a kind (there are a large number of those with very weird titles, because instrumental sounds could mean various things to various people, of course!). Instead, though, it's Ginger Baker telling a story--to be fair, a weird one that fits the title (which names the two main characters, in fact), and is obscure enough to warrant that weird title, and its place on an album with such a psychedelic cover. Pappalardi actually controls a lot of the actual music's sound, contributing trumpet that sounds like a respectful tribute to our "heroes", with the backing for Baker's actual recitation being backed by his own complicated drumming, very deliberate guitar chords and largely to-the-point basswork from Bruce. Out of nowhere at the end, just after Pappalardi's last blow of the trumpet, Baker begins to work the drums into a frenzy and a wild and intense guitar solo comes flying out of Clapton, as if phased in from another recording, only to be faded out with the rest.

"Politician" is built on a slow, burning groove of a riff from Clapton, which almost steals the low-end away from Jack as he sings lyrics that merge a sleazy come-on line with the sleaziness of politics. The shmoozing attempts to court voters or women, showing no real allegiance to either, and even claiming one lean in place of another--the song is filthy on multiple levels, including that guitar riff in particular. Clapton does lay some leads over it, but they are icing and decoration (the appreciable and tasty kinds) over the steady, deliberate beat and the ride Baker nails it all down with. Jack works just the right kind of tone into his calls of "Hey, baby, get into my big black car..." to match the very sense of the lyrics and their unpleasantness.

With vocals that seem to be dragged around by the song rather than worked to accompany it, "Those Were the Days" brings to mind "Tales of Brave Ulyesses" in a slightly different way from "White Room", as it matches more closely the style Bruce sang that previous track in. Musically, the song is interesting because it goes from a nicely complicated, signature Baker beat and a reasonably heavy guitar riff to the peculiar introduction of marimba and particularly tubular bells from Baker and Swiss hand bells from Pappalardi. While Bruce and Eric sing the chorus together, Baker begins to take the opportunity to work out, and leads the way for a scorching solo from Clapton that fades away with Baker's relent to the regular beat (though it is not, in general, a completely "regular beat") and the familiar verse and chorus melodies.

Clapton's taste returns with "Born Under a Bad Sign", the Booker T. Jones/William Bell song made famous by Albert King via Stax (remember how I said John's taste ran to the less-popular-but-classic? That album was one of the reissues I remember him picking up--one of his first blues records). Unfortunately, this time it shows a bit that this is Clapton's choice--Baker's drums are good, they are well-played, as is Bruce's bass, and his vocals are good too, but they don't have the fire of the blues. Clapton recorded it later as a solo artist, and he got the kind of feel that blues vocals are based on: deep downs dredged up and forced out, while Bruce feels more like his focus is on the singing than the feeling. Clapton is alone in really feeling out the groove of the song, even if it is Baker laying down the beat to establish it. It's not a bad performance--far from it, these are all expert musicians, but Baker and Bruce have technical skill attempting to mesh with pure feeling, and it just doesn't quite gel as well as it should. Were it not a cover of such a classic, or even instrumental--it's largely Bruce's voice that feels wildly out of place--I could have no complaints.

The studio album closes with "Desert Cities of the Heart", which pounds forth from wildly strummed acoustics (courtesy of Bruce, who again appears as vocalist), a mostly frenetic drum beat from Baker that is punctuated quite emphatically with four very concrete beats. The sudden introduction of strings (primarily Pappalardi's viola, though Bruce also contributes cello again) slows the song for a moment, Bruce dropping his energetic bass to a steady monotone, and Baker keeping his drums back to allow the strings their space. Clapton's solo is of a different stripe than his prior ones, actually seeming to sound more like a ribbon of sound than the squealing high tones of his bluesiest work, quavering just slightly. It's a no-questions-asked winner for the album, and this may also be Baker's best studio drum work on here, ending with the crash of all instruments in unified style, but with a scattered end of toms that puts the proper grace note on the studio work.

Live at the Fillmore¹

Engineered by Bill Halverson

Mixed by Adrian Barber

Side Three:	Side Four:
Crossroads Spoonful	Traintime Toad

In general, I tend to be inclined toward the views of many who can pass on live albums. It varies from group to group of course, and is often at least partly dependent on the material, performances, venues, time frame and numerous other factors in determining whether the recording interests me personally--while I'd like to be able to treat the entirety of my writing here as a means of evangelism and advocacy, I am like anyone else and do not like everything I hear. That Cream had not previously recorded a studio version of Clapton's arrangement of Robert Johnson's "Crossroads" makes it a worthwhile inclusion for certain, as it is one of the most wonderful and blistering excursions into classic blues the group ever put together. It's followed, though, by the extremely extended recording of "Spoonful", another blues classic they recorded, but this one previously appearing in studio form on Fresh Cream (in the U.K., at least--yep, one of those again!). The live album is primarily intended as a showcase for the musicianship of the group's members, with Side Three devoted to a focus on Clapton's guitarwork, but the sixteen minutes and forty-three seconds of it is a bit much. "Traintime" is to show off Bruce's harmonica work, and does the job, but also begins to falter on the "enjoyment vs. appreciation" test, which redlines on "Toad", a showing for Ginger Baker's drumming.

I like Baker's drumming--a lot. I like a lot of drummers--I often surprise myself here with how often it's the drumming that stands out to me. But drum solos are something I think tends toward the interest of drummers and drummers almost to the exclusion of everyone else, in terms of enjoyment. Appreciation can transform into enjoyment when you appreciate what's occurring and the skill involved more directly, but that enjoyment can falter without that kind of appreciation. "Toad" I even found myself cursing when I thought it had returned back to the melody it carried in its original incarnation (also on Fresh Cream), only to be subverted again by more of Baker in isolation. The group improvises well on both of these extended tracks (though there's a bit of a disconnect toward the latter half of "Spoonful" that grates a bit, where a few directions were attempted at once, but quickly reassembled), but it's just exhausting. Perhaps another mood might change my stance, but this has often been my reaction to extremely extended versions of previously lengthy-but-reasonable (6:30 and 5:11 respectively) tracks.

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The studio album surprised me a bit in its psychedelic excursions--not because it had them, but because they were so willfully experimental. The notion of Cream as a power trio, as a hard rock originator, as a tight and steady band influenced heavily by the introduction of the blues--this kind of coloured my perception of what to expect from even psychedelic portions--thinking more in the veins of "White Room" than anything else, while the peculiarities of "Passing the Time" and "Pressed Rat and Warthog" were something else entirely. Perhaps that's an indication of Baker's aesthetic, but Bruce did contribute "As You Said", which was unusually acoustic in instrumentation.

After listening, I think I appreciate the record more in general, but remain more pleased to have it as an extra branch of my collection--one I am glad to have, but not overtly passionate about--more than as a personal pleasure. These things do, however, often age well, and it may be that pulling it out at a later date will cause me to reconsider--maybe even the live album.

But I rather doubt that one.

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¹3/4 of these tracks were actually recorded at the Winterland Ballroom, not the Fillmore. It's just the title given for those two sides. The Winterland was owned by the same promoter (Bill Graham) and did eventually become the locations of both The Band's Last Waltz and the Sex Pistols' final concert.