Double Fantasy" never felt dangerous enough to be a great John Lennon record. That started with this too-slick, of-its-moment presentation.
No surprise there, really: I've always thought that the best of Lennon's solo stuff after 1970's Plastic Ono Band" would resonate more completely today if the period-piece production had been stripped away.
Early in John's final decade, that meant herds of fiddles, a thudding drum clomp, gaggles of girl singers and these bawdy, burlesque saxophones. (A child of 1950s pop radio, John came by it honestly, I suppose.) By the time Lennonwho would have been 70 todayreturned to music making after a five-year hiatus with the November 1980 release of Double Fantasy," the ex-Beatle had fully embraced double-tracking his vocals, too. It afforded him a deeper, multi-layered sound but also needlessly softened the edges on one of rock music's best sneers.
Couple that with the compressed production values typically employed back then, and the resulting Double Fantasy"considered apart from his murder just weeks laterfelt more gossamer than necessarily great.
Lennon was at his zenith a scratched-and-dented treasure, laconic and all edge, and here he seemed to have settled into middle-aged domesticityboth figuratively and, by employing the prevailing pop veneer, literally.
That's perhaps why, at the time, I tended to favor a pair of loose, unfinished posthumous followups, 1983's Milk and Honey" and 1986's Menlove Ave."
Not anymore. This new edit of Double Fantasy" claims the fertile middle ground between, fostering a fresh complexity in Lennon's last studio workeven as it stays true to certain elements of the craftsmanship from before.
(Just Like) Starting Over" begins with an organic vocal, bracingly upfront, and moves determinedly into an edgier update that deletes keyboards, echo and processing. Lennon now stands in front of the song, nakedly hopeful and in no small way nostalgic.
This one's for Gene and Eddie and Elvisand Buddy!," Lennon says, connecting more directly with the rockabilly greats who built this song's infrastructure. You can almost picture Lennon, suddenly, in the Traveling Wilburys, had he lived.
That's blown apart by I'm Losing You," which emerges with a sinewy new grit. This is still the most kinetic moment on Double Fantasy," as John looks back at his own alcohol-induced mid-1970s dumbassed-ness. We get an even deeper sense, now, of the return of Lennon's musethe vibrant, angry yang to his bread-making househusband yin.
Similarly, Clean Up Time," one of the lesser-known tracks on Double Fantasy," shambles along with a greasy, heretofore undiscovered groove.
Then there's Watching the Wheels," the rare track on Stripped Down" that sounds almost too bare at firstlike a demo platform in need of a handyman's touch. The interesting thing, however, remains Lennon. He cops a hard-bitten edge that can't swim to the top of the old version, which settled into a cozy, comtemplative vibe.
Even when the new remix takes fewer chances, as on Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)," Lennon's song to son Sean, there are moments of lasting, particular discovery. The song retains a lithe island feel but its peeled-back lyric goes deeper into familiar emotional places. Lennon somehow sounds even more blissfully content than he did at first, yet we can't get away from the headlines that follow.
There is no separating this album, even three decades later, from John's fate. He'll always be 40. John whispers Good night, Sean, see you in the morningbright and early," and it's like a cold hand closing around your heart.
The new album's centerpiece is Woman," once this soaring, most obviously Beatlesque ballad, and now a bracing folk-tinged love letter. Torn down to two-by-fours and concrete, we see finally the blueprint of this cathedral in honor of marital bliss: Simple, undying love draws the lines. Everything else is window dressing.
Woman" still lives up to the original subtitle of Double Fantasy": A Heart Play.
It's not all a revelation, of course. I haven't stopped thinking that wife Yoko Ono's more avant-garde contributions would have been better suited to their own album, rather than alternating with Lennon's work both here and on Milk and Honey." (While John was sometimes gingerly making his way back into the business, she was far more in sync with the prevailing post-punk zeitgeist.) And Lennon's Oh Yoko," then as now, is a trifle.
Nevertheless, there is much to recommend this new edition of Double Fantasy."
With each layer of studio gimmickry that falls away, we hear more distinctly the way Lennon was beginning to come to terms with thingswith middle age, with a settled life, with love and work and parenthoodand, as often was the case, long before his contemporaries.