In My Own Time is the second and last album the mercurial singer
Karen Dalton ever cut. Following
It's So Hard to Tell Who's Going to Love You the Best, producers
Michael Lang and
Harvey Brooks (
Dalton's longtime friend and the bassist on both her records) did something decidedly different on
In My Own Time (titled after the slow process of getting the album done -- in
Dalton's relaxed and idiosyncratic manner of recording), and the result is a more polished effort than her cozy, somewhat more raw debut. This time out,
Dalton had no trouble doing multiple takes, though the one chosen wasn't always the most flawless, but the most honest in terms of the song and its feel. The album was recorded at Bearsville up in Woodstock, and the session players were a decidedly more professional bunch than her Tinker Street Cafe friends who had appeared on her first effort.
Amos Garrett is here, as is
Bill Keith on steel, pianist
John Simon, guitarist
John Hall, pianist
Richard Bell, and others, including a star horn section that
Brooks added later. If
Lang was listed as producer, it was
Brooks who acted as the session boss, which included a lot of caretaking when it came to
Dalton -- who began recording in a more frail condition than usual since she was recovering from an illness.
In My Own Time is the better of her two offerings in so many ways, not the least of which is the depth she is willing to go inside a song to draw its meaning out, even if it means her own voice cracks in the process. The material is choice, beginning with
Dino Valente's gorgeous "Something on Your Mind."
Brooks' rumbling single-note bassline opens it with a throb, joined by a simple timekeeping snare, pedal steel, and electric guitars. When
Dalton opens her mouth and sings "Yesterday/Anyway you made it was just fine/Saw you turn your days into nighttime/Didn't you know/You can't make it without ever even trying/And something's on your mind...," a fiddle enters and the world just stops. The
Billie Holiday comparisons fall by the wayside and
Dalton emerges as a singer as true and impure as
Nina Simone (yet sounds nothing like her), an artist who changed the way we hear music. The band begins to close in around her, and
Dalton just goes right into the middle and comes out above it all. She turns the song inside herself, which is to say she turns it inside all of us and its meaning is in the sound of her voice, as if revelation were something of an everyday occurrence if we could only grasp its small truth for what it weighs.
When the album moves immediately into
Lewis and Wright's "When a Man Loves a Woman,"
Dalton reveals the other side of
Percy Sledge's version. This woman who was so uncaged and outside the world that she died homeless on the streets of New York in the 1990s was already declaring the value of loving someone even if that someone couldn't return the love as profoundly -- which doesn't mean it isn't appreciated in the depths of the Beloved's being.
Dalton sings the song as if wishing that she herself could accept such a love. Her voice slips off the key register a couple of times, but she slides into her own, which is one of the hidden places in the tune that one didn't even know existed. The layered horns don't begin to affect her vocal; they just move it inside further. And the woman could sing the blues in a way that only
Bob Dylan could, from the skeletal framework of the tune toward the truth that a blues song could convey -- just check her reading of
Paul Butterfield's "In My Own Dream," with some gorgeous steel playing by
Keith. Her version of
Holland-Dozier-Holland's "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved by You)" has her singing completely outside the time and beat of the tune; floating through the tune's middle, she glides, slips, and slides like a jazz singer in and around its changes.
Another standout is
Richard Manuel's "In a Station." As a piano, rolling tom-toms, and an organ introduce it,
Dalton is at her most tender; she feels and communicates the understatement in the original, and lets her voice flow through even as the band plays on top of her. And when her voice cracks, it's as if the entire tune does, just enough to let in the light in its gorgeous lyric. Of course, it wouldn't be a
Dalton album if there weren't traditional tunes here, and so there are three, including "Katie Cruel," with
Dalton playing her banjo and finding the same voice that
Dock Boggs did, the same warped cruelty and search for the brutality of love. "Same Old Man" is another banjo-based tune set in an Eastern modal drone. Only the stark loneliness and outsider presence of
Dalton's voice shift and move through the large terrain provided by that drone and create the very substance of song from within it. It's spooky, otherworldly.
George Jones' "Take Me" is transformed from a plea to a statement; it's a command to the Beloved to deliver her from her current place outside love to become its very substance. It's still a country song, but there's some strange transgender delivery that crosses the loneliness of
Hank Williams with the certainty of
Tammy Wynette, and is rawer than both.
If one can only possess one of
Karen Dalton's albums,
In My Own Time is the one. It creates a sound world that is simply unlike any other; it pushes the singer outside her comfort zone and therefore brings listeners to the place
Dalton actually occupied as a singer. Without apology or concern for technique, she could make any song her own, creating a personal narrative that could reach outside the song itself, moving through her person and becoming the truth for the listener. The fine Light in the Attic label reissued this set -- originally on Paramount -- on compact disc in 2006. It's in a handsome package with remastered sound and a beautiful booklet that includes a slew of photos and essays by
Lenny Kaye,
Nick Cave, and
Devendra Banhart. It's a handsome tribute to a nearly forgotten but oh so necessary talent. ~ Thom Jurek