I discovered Big Star over the last year or so, and it’s hard to explain how important they feel.
Most music requires a certain amount of time for me to fully appreciate it. I have to get used to hearing certain chord changes, certain vocal approaches. Most of my favorite songs aren’t things that I fully loved when I first heard them. They had to work their way into that position. Big Star fits into a completely different category. I don’t even know if I’ve completed listening to any of their albums. But everything I’ve heard is incredible.
It’s almost like I want to avoid listening to it, because they have a mystical characteristic to their music.
This is a decent documentary, but it isn’t that great. It might be that it was put together too late, since a lot of time is filled with very tangential players.
The one thing that I got out of this was that I don’t actually care for Alex Chilton that much. I think he had a role to play, but his disinterest with Big Star seems like a lack of self-reflection. It’s hard to fault Chris Bell, but that may be because he died in 1977. He didn’t have much time to mess up.
Still, not a very great documentary. But it’s nice to see Big Star getting more recognition.
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