"One Fast Move or I'm Gone"-- Jay Farrar and Benjamin Gibbard's take on Kerouac's "Big Sur"

"'One Fast Move or I'm Gone' so I blow $8 on a cab to drive me down that coast, it's a foggy night tho sometimes you can see stars in the sky to the right where the sea is, tho you cant see the sea you can only hear about it from the cabdriver--'What kinda country is it around here? I've never seen it." from "Big Sur", Jack Kerouac 1962.

I'm a bit obsessed with the Jay Farrar/Benjamin Gibbard collaboration, "One Fast Move or I'm Gone." It could very well be due to the fact that I'm a Kerouac fan and a fan of the novel which it is based on, "Big Sur". It could be that I'm a fan of Jay Farrar and all of his projects (Uncle Tupelo, Son Volt). Maybe I'm pleasantly surprised with Benjamin Gibbard, he of Death Cab for Cutie fame, a band that I don't really hold in too high regard. Maybe it really is a good album.

It's a Jay Farrar album, really. He "wrote" the songs. I put "wrote" as a quotation because many of the lyrics are direct quotes from Kerouac's novel. I guess you could say Farrar developed the musical score. It is actually the score to the film, "One Fast Move or I'm Gone", which is a fascinating look into how the novel came about and what Kerouac was going through at the time.

For those that don't know Kerouac's works, first of all, I'm sorry. Second of all, they are less works of fiction, than literary expositions on actual events that happened in Kerouac's life. It was his thought that all of his novels were just chapters in his overall life story, which he entitled, "The Duluoz Legend". This particular chapter, is probably one of the darkest, grittiest, horribly truthful chapters in that "Legend".

It is three years after the publication of "On the Road" and Kerouac has been constantly barraged by all that comes with being crowned "King of the Beats". Women want him. Men want to be him. Everyone wants to have a drink with him and Jack NEVER turns down a drink. In fact, he uses alcohol more than ever during this period. He very well may have been the first celebrity in our modern celebrity obsessed culture.

In an attempt to dry out and escape from the pressures of his new found fame, he takes the California Zephyr (a train I've taken many a time from Chicago all the way west to Galesburg, IL) west to San Francisco to spend some solitary time at Lawrence Ferlinghetti's cabin in Big Sur (Ferlinghetti is still alive and well and very much a part of City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, which he founded. His first hand accounts add a ton to the film).

But upon reaching San Francisco, Jack goes on a drinking binge and all is not well. He eventually does make it to the cabin, and for a moment or two, enjoys the solitutde, but then finds himself bored, lonely, and surrounded by death and all that can be sinister and terrifying about nature. The story will bounce back between San Francisco and the cabin, which Kerouac returns to, this time with others, for more drinking. His old road buddy, Neal Cassady joins the cast of characters as well, though, Kerouac speaks with regret of all the time that has gone by between them.

The book is about alcoholism, madness, lonliness, the nature of human relationships, with a touch of optimism, as well, though. Where many of Kerouac's novels move quickly, filled with bop rhythm, bounding along like a Charlie Parker solo, this one plods a little more. I don't say that in a negative way. It just has to, considering the subject matter. There is plenty of trademark Kerouac free-flowing style, yes, but rather than being about the high of Saturday night, "Big Sur" is largely about the morning after.

In fact, before downloading this album, I listened to some samples and read some customer reviews. One of the main criticisms seemed to be that Kerouac is known as a jazz author. How can one take a mid-tempo, at times alt-country-ish album, to seriously be a reflection of any Kerouac writing?

I think the people who made those comments probably have yet to pick up "Big Sur". And I'm not saying you have to know the novel to appreciate the album, but it certainly wouldn't hurt.

The album, like the book itself, is a mixture of hope and despair. Appropriately enough, most of the despair fueled songs (Breathe Our Iodine, San Francisco) are sung by Jay Farrar, who has the deeper, slightly gravelly voice, suited to lonesome country. While the more upbeat songs (California Zephyr, These Roads Don't Move) are sung by the more melodic voice of Ben Gibbard. There are exceptions to the rule, but this formula works very nicely to reflect the mood of the book. I'm definitely a Jay Farrar fan, but the one criticism that I've had of him is that his voice can sound a little monotonous after awhile. Having someone to break that up, lends well to the overall feel and pacing of the album.

A couple of the songs fall flat, "Final Horrors" and "The Void" are okay, but I could do without them. The first track and last track are probably my favorites. "California Zephyr" with its cross-country rail journey optimism and "San Francisco" with it's dark, dingy feel and mournful harmonica. "These Roads Don't Move" and "One Fast Move or I'm Gone" are also favorites.

Maybe I can't be objective about this album. The combination of Kerouac and Farrar speaks right to my tastes. At the same time, though, I did have heightened expectations, which I will say were mostly fulfilled. The acoustic songs are fairly simple in form, but they allow Kerouac's words and textures to sit front and center, which I think was the point. If you don't know "Big Sur" you should at the very least be a fan of Jay Farrar's work to appreciate this album, I think I can safely say that. Some Death Cab for Cutie fans may be disappointed, actually.

It's been forty years to the month since Jack Kerouac died as the result of his alcoholism. With this knowledge, the book can at times be a very hard read. The ironic thing, though, is that without his fast living, hard drinking, and need to live life with a voracious appetite for all things, his books would not have happened. And those works have inspired so many, from Farrar and Gibbard, to Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan, Patti Smith, and myself (not that I dare try to include myself with the likes of those great artists!). It's a strange world we live in, but I'd say a much better one for Jack Kerouac having been in it. I'll leave the last words to him:

"Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word."