When Will I Be Loved

I have always been a huge fan of Linda Ronstadt’s. That voice.

My God, that voice.

So, a couple of weekends ago I was looking for documentaries to put on while Paul went in and out of sleep on the couch, I was stunned to realize I’d never seen the documentary Linda Ronstadt: The Sound of My Voice, as a life-long fan–I’d always intended to, but had just never gotten around to it, plus the loss of her voice to Parkinson’s was an enormous tragedy I didn’t want to revisit (just as Julie Andrews losing her instrument was also a tragedy). But Ronstadt is indelibly a part of my adolescence in the 1970s. The first time I became aware of her was “You’re No Good,” which blew my socks off. I couldn’t get over the nasty blues guitar and that voice! So effortless, so powerful, so beautiful. This was also around the time I started appreciating vocal talents, and women in particular who could sing beautifully. Women were also slowly starting to make their presence felt in a field (rock) that was traditionally male dominated, and Ronstadt was a leader in that way; filling stadiums and arenas all over the country.

Ronstadt’s voice was incredible. Over the course of her lengthy career she basically proved she could sing anything; from country to pop to rock to Spanish language traditional Mexican music to operettas to big band music. She didn’t write her own music but was what was considered a “stylist”; she would take someone else’s song, and sing it her way, which was almost always better than the original. Not many people can cover Smokey Robinson, the Rolling Stones, Elvis Costello, and the Eagles (she also was inadvertently responsible for the formation of the Eagles). She was a huge star, and once she was filling stadiums and filthy rich, she wanted to try other things as a singer despite everyone thinking it would be a career-ending disaster only to continue racking up awards, critical raves, and big big sales. Her album with Aaron Neville, Howl Like a Rainstorm Cry Like the Wind is one of my favorites of all time; the way those two beautiful voices harmonize and wrap around each other is exceptional.

She was also the original woman rock star who never married, either–she chose career and music over marriage and children (Stevie Nicks did, too). The film, which traces her career and features clips of her singing live or recording in the studio makes you realize just how potent and powerful her instrument was. SHe never listened to her own recordings because she was hyper-critical of herself; when she said “when I listen to my own singing I just hear the things I could have done better”–which is also what I used to say about rereading my own work. I still tend to see the things I could have done better when I reread my own work but it doesn’t shame me the way it used to. I eventually had to realize that if I am indeed continuing to grow as a writer, obviously my old work would be written differently today because I am a different writer.

But I do strongly recommend this documentary if you haven’t seen it. If you’re a fan, it’s amazing; if you’re not, you’ll probably become one after watching–her catalogue is truly astonishing.