The Welcome Home Party I Never Had

Stewart Lupton has died at the age of 43. As the singer of Jonathan Fire Eater and the leader of The Child Ballads he was one of the most fascinating and charismatic rock frontmen of the past few decades, but his addictions and erratic behavior kept him from reaching a level of fame commensurate to his talent. His body of officially released material is quite small – a handful of EPs, a few stray singles, and one full album with Jonathan Fire Eater. I was fortunate enough to have produced a radio session that he recorded for PRI’s Fair Game back in 2008, when he was making a comeback with Child Ballads. One of the songs from that session was an adaptation of Lou Reed’s “Street Hassle” which was never officially released. Here it is, along with the copy I wrote for it when I originally posted it a decade ago. It’s beautiful and intense, and I think it’s particularly poignant now in how the lyrics provide some insight into his troubled, complicated life.

Stewart Lupton “Stewart Hassle”

Stewart Lupton has a new strategy: He’s writing new lyrics upon the foundations of respected classics, which is both supremely ballsy, and in line with the folk tradition. “Stewart Hassle” is his variation on Lou Reed’s epic “Street Hassle.” In this recording, he transposes its main theme to acoustic guitar, and replaces Reeds’ “great monologue set to rock” with a personal story about a homecoming, a reckoning, and a lost love. Lupton’s words are stark and colloquial, and linger in a place halfway between wisdom and regret. At the core, it’s a song about wounded pride — Lupton sounds genuinely embarrassed at certain moments, particularly when he explains “I did some things out in the streets / and some things were done to me / and the scariest thing / is just how it looked / the same as it does on the tv.” Throughout, he clings to the remnants of his dignity, and does his best to put his worst days into perspective, but in the end, the most gutting sentiment is expressed with only a slight modification of Reed’s words — “Love has gone away / it’s stripped the rings from my fingers / and there’s nothing left to say / except that I miss you, baby.”

(Originally posted March 27th 2008)