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With an off-putting shade of Pepto Bismol paint covering up its face the quaint pink house in Saugerties, New York isn’t much too look at. Nevertheless, it was from here, 50 years ago, that an explosion of musical ideas erupted that the world is still attempting to wrap its head around to this day. Deep in the house’s basement, six men toiled for hours, days, and weeks on end, writing and recording a collection of songs that captured the spirit and history of America itself in all of its glory and all of its ugliness, all its pride and all its shame.
Much of that material would make its way out on the black market, before getting cleaned up and issued as The Basement Tapes in years hence. But it was right here also, that five of those men finally stepped out of the shadow of the era’s leading man and discovered their collective identity. It was here that The Band came together and wrote the material that would come to comprise their earthquaking debut album Music From Big Pink.
From the minute he first laid eyes on the pink house back in 1967 Robbie Robertson, the chief songwriter and lead guitarist of the group then known as The Hawks, recognized its potential. “This was a dream of mine for years,” he said. “I talked to the guys about it. I talked to Bob [Dylan] about it. I said, ‘I want to have a workshop. I want to have a clubhouse. I want to have a place like the Bowery Boys had, that they go every day and they do what they do. And they have this collaboration. We’re gonna be like a street gang that has a clubhouse that we go to, but instead of us going out and fighting, we’re gonna go out and play music.’”
The Hawks were a group made up of four Canadians that included Robertson, Garth Hudson on organ, Rick Danko on bass, Richard Manuel on piano and vocals, and a wily drummer-singer from Arkansas named Levon Helm. They had recently come off a vicious tour of Europe backing Bob Dylan where he’d been labeled a “Judas” by concert-goers averse to his new amplified sound heard on albums like Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited. Helm actually skipped out of the tour before it went overseas to work on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico instead. Everyone was eyeing their next moves when Dylan crashed his motorcycle in Upstate New York, throwing their future into doubt. Robertson himself was living in New York City at the time, but at the behest of Dylan’s manager, Albert Grossman, he decided to take a look around Woodstock and see if he liked what he saw. He clearly did.
Eventually, most of the members of what we’d ultimately know as The Band, relocated in and around that Big Pink house, and set up a rudimentary recording studio in the home’s basement. “I showed the setup to Bob Dylan… and he’s like, ‘Whoa,’” Robertson remembered. “He said, ‘You can do anything in here, right?’ And I said, ‘I think so.’ He said, ‘Is it possible that we could even tape some music in here?’ I said, ‘That’s what it’s set up for.’ We got a little cheap tape recorder there. But at least we can put ideas down and see if they’re coming together, and we can experiment freely and not be embarrassed about doing something that doesn’t fit into whatever it’s supposed to fit into.”
The songs poured out at an astonishing clip. “Tears Of Rage,” “This Wheel’s On Fire,” “I Shall Be Released,” and so many more. While The Band drank, and smoked, and played music, Dylan sat nearby, hunched over a typewriter, furiously stringing new ideas and thoughts together, while blocking out the world around him. “We started doing this stuff with Bob during the day and then in the evening we would work on our stuff,” Robertson said. “And it was just such a great feeling of freedom, a musical freedom. We thought nobody will ever hear these. This is just for us, and we’re just having a great time doing this… we’re doing whatever the hell we want to do. And out of that comes this tremendous freedom of what the Basement Tapes were. And we had no idea that this was going to end up going out into the world and people would hear this.”
At the same time, Robertson was refining his own songwriting abilities, working out eventual classics like the towering, gothic romper, “Chest Fever,” and perhaps his most well-known song, “The Weight. With the former composition, “The feel for that was something that I found on the guitar,” he explained. “It was a tempo, it was feel. And I liked the way it felt, and I thought, ‘I want to write some lyrics to this in the tradition of the Basement Tapes… kind of surreal. They weren’t trying to fit into any mold or anything that came before. This was some other place to reach for. And so, some of it is like I don’t even understand what I’m doing, but it feels good.”
“The Weight” was Robbie’s attempt to tell a story based on some of the films he’d recently seen. “I had a theme that I got from watching Luis Bunuel movies,” he said. “This theme of an impossibility of sainthood, and that somebody just wants to do the right thing. They’re just trying to be a good guy. And someone says, ‘Listen, could you do me a favor?’ And you say, ‘Of course.’ And you go to do this, and you get deeper and deeper in quicksand with these characters that you’re just trying to just do something so ordinary and it turns into something so bizarre, so outside of anything that you could’ve imagined.”
One person who was privy to the Band sonic experiments and was definitely intrigued by what he heard was Grossman, who took the group under his wing and secured a deal for them with Capitol Records. The Band set up some meetings with potential producers before settling on John Simon, who booked time in New York’s A&R Studios. The central relationship in The Band was between Robertson and Helm. The former considered the latter as close as a brother, having performed alongside him while they were both members of Ronnie Hawkin’s backing group from the time he was a teenager. As they worked toward their first record, Robertson knew he had to get Helm back in the group.