James Taylor, Lake Huron, and the Meaning of It All

The first two rides on the motorboat were panic-inducing near-death experiences. Each time, I cycled through every prayer I had learned as a child, at least twice. By the third time, something inside you adapts, and you’re not just relaxed… in the words of the poet Rumi, you’re opened. Georgian Bay—the easternmost portion of Lake Huron, which lies in the Canadian province of Ontario—was my father’s family vacation spot every summer before he moved to Pennsylvania in his young twenties, and it could not be more different from the swirling Atlantic soup of my childhood weeks in New Jersey. Locals refer to the region as “The Thirty Thousand Islands” for its constellations of granite skerries and forested coasts. In early August, entering there feels akin to standing on the edge of the world (as Tom Petty nearly sang on “I Won’t Back Down”—close friend George Harrison eventually suggested a rewrite, resulting in “there ain’t no easy way out”). Georgian Bay is clear, in every sense of the word. There is no humidity, the sky is cloudless, the water so crystalline you could easily mistake ten-foot depths for ankle-deep shallows.

In such a conducive atmosphere, your head becomes a radio. The boat rides to my family’s tiny islet were permeated by a James Taylor song, which I’d probably heard from my parents as a little kid but only recently discovered consciously: “My Traveling Star,” recorded live for the album One Man Band. James is one of the most distinctive voices and acoustic guitarists of recent American memory, yet he rarely receives full recognition for the vast variety of styles and collaborators he’s worked with over the past five decades. These range from popular contemporaries like Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon, and Carole King to jazz guitarist Pat Metheny, Brazilian music legend Milton Nascimento, and even the Beatles. (His first album, James Taylor, was recorded for the Beatles’ Apple records in 1968. George Harrison and Paul McCartney both feature on one song, while James’s “Something in the Way She Moves” famously inspired Abbey Road‘s “Something.”) That said, if the title “My Traveling Star” sets off your sentimental-singer-songwriter alarm, not to worry…this time, you’re right.

The piece opens with strings and a finger-picked guitar melody, all of which sound vaguely Scottish. These are followed by James’s voice—in 2007, it sounded sturdy and spotless as ever, yet fuller with age. As in the Martin Luther King tribute “Shed a Little Light” released sixteen years prior, a full choir accentuates the gospel influence that had long guided James’s harmonic choices; unlike in that earlier song, however, the church chords in “Traveling Star” arrive less frequently, content to share the song’s verses with the simpler, folksier cadences that provide its Celtic undertones. On the Bay, as our motorboat passed from cliff shadow into the sunlight of open water, it dawned on me that the song’s fusion of styles creates contrast, allowing it to “travel” between the urgent and restless tension of its choruses and the wistful, resigned consonance of its verses.

Lyrically, the tune reflects on its narrator’s life with equal parts nostalgia and regret. He describes himself as a “runaway boy” who could not bring himself to stay with the “she” who “told me she loved me like it was true.” (This “runaway boy” had previously appeared in a song of the same name, off the 1988 album Never Die Young.) Earlier in the song, the choir refers to the narrator’s absent father (who must have set an early example for his rambling son) as “old walking man,” an epithet shared with one of James’s earlier masterpieces, the title track of 1974’s Walking Man. According to the narrator, his father was “soft as smoke and tough as nails”—seemingly paradoxical language that nonetheless evokes the ephemeral distance (likely both physical and emotional) of a man who “used to ride the rails.” Listening to “Traveling Star” back at our Airbnb in the town of Parry Sound, I encountered a suppressed yearning that left me rather uncomfortable. As a well-traveled blues guitarist I know would say, “I listen to [insert title of emotionally devastating song], and I’m completely apart”—an intriguing phrase, the completeness of “I am” implying one’s very being is, in that moment, the quality of separation.

And separation is, after all, one of the most apparent qualities of an archipelago called “The Thirty Thousand Islands.” The stone islet still held by my family is called Sugar Loaf, after its prominent hill. The larger, semi-forested island they once partly owned is called Kishkadeena, an Ojibwe word with multiple purported translations (among them “The Last Island,” according to local indigenous families, and “Tallest Trees,” according to other sources). These pieces of land sit next to each other about a half-hour ride into the bay, where the islands grow smaller, rockier, and scarcer—separate from the mainland, separate from each other. You feel closer to the sky than to other people…except, of course, your fellow travelers, such as your father and uncle. Far from anything virtual, this is the place to get real: real with the wind, real with the water, real with your family—even that mink and those mice under the rocks—and maybe even real with yourself. (Uh-oh). What was I yearning for? To leave the boring suburbs and live here? To stop feeling separate? (Those feel contradictory…) Feeling separate from what, or whom? From nature, or a person? Oh no, this is about her again, isn’t it…I dunno, I think that’s enough introspection for one day…

Both musically and lyrically, “My Traveling Star” is gorgeous, but it’s understated. I’ll leave it up to you to decide if James’s cozy intonation and subtle note-bends are emotionally devastating, or if, a few months away from my twentieth birthday, the voice of a singer who had accompanied my earliest childhood memories simply had me longing to go back. Whatever the case, such is the beauty of music: it always brings a meaning that resonates with your particular situation, and you connect with it when the time is right. (As a wise Mac Miller told his Tiny Desk audience, “Music is a beautiful thing…It’s a beautiful thing baby [laughs]…Let me tell you something about music: it’s beautiful!”)

At that time, I connected most with the song’s final lines: “Tie me up and hold me down / Bury my feet down in the ground / Claim my name from the lost and found / And let me believe this is where I belong / Shame on me for sure / Sing me one more highway song” (Taylor). The language may seem quaint, but this is top-tier, poetic self-disgust. Taylor makes satisfyingly subtle use of internal rhyme (“claim”/“name”), alliteration (“shame”/“sure” and “believe”/“belong”), and wordplay (“up”/“down”). What’s more, as the narrator requests to be forcibly restrained, the strength of his imagery reveals the weakness of his control over those restless impulses. Heck, he can’t even finish the verse without doing a complete one-eighty, surrendering to his “shame,” and strongly implying he’s getting back on the road (or at least longing to do so). Though pitiful this presentation may be, it’s real (there’s that word again!), and it’s relatable—I may not be addicted to travel, but I can think of a number of things I’d like to stop doing, but I don’t. (No, I won’t be listing them here.) Then again, maybe I don’t really want to stop…as a Sartre-esque Justin Hayward sings, “Just what you want to be, you’ll be in the end.”

Regardless, what saves “Traveling Star” (and so much of James’s work) from being a hacky story-song is, for me, this realness. On a stylistic level, James’s lyrics always sound like clever arrangements of old sayings he might have picked up somewhere along the road, lending his music a folksiness that feels authentic instead of forced. On a deeper level, his lyrics regularly center on specific situations within his own life, from which he extracts emotional content as universal as the situations are personal. (Perhaps this personal experience is, paradoxically, the very insight that allows him to convincingly communicate such universal feelings. Perhaps, in some way, we are all the same, after all…)

In an enlightening interview with musician and journalist Paul Zollo, Taylor says of his direct, “clear” lyrical style:

“I don’t have any real conscious control over what comes out. I just don’t direct it. I wish I could say, ‘Oh, that would be great to write a song about.’ But what I am doing is assembling and minimally directing what is sort of unconsciously coming out. It’s not something I can direct or control. I just end up being the first person to hear these songs. That’s what it feels like, that I don’t feel as though I write them.”

Later, Zollo asks about “My Traveling Star” specifically:

“[Zollo] It’s interesting that the subject of your father comes up in so many songs. You’ve said ‘Walking Man’ and ‘The Frozen Man’ are about him – but he also comes up in songs not about him, such as ‘Copperline’ and also ‘Traveling Star’ –

[Taylor] He’s a part of me. My Dad, his wanderlust . . . . You feel it as a traveling performer. If you want to stay home and be with your family, you have to somehow deal with these instincts to go out and sail around the world. My father had that in spades. He wanted to go to the South Pole and live under the ice. He wanted to sail a boat single-handed around the world. This is what he really was interested in. He was itching.”

As he goes on to explain, James sees the song’s “wanderlust” as the result of a conflict between traditional, uninhibited masculinity and modern, family-oriented domesticity. If you’re (understandably) bracing for an out-of-touch edict on gender roles, fear not; though he speaks in admittedly old-fashioned, binary terms, James has some wonderfully strong words for the things he sees as toxic masculinity, from power-hunger and sectarianism to gun ownership and hawkish foreign policy. (His somewhat impromptu declaration is too long and political to include here, but it’s a thing of poetic, cathartic beauty, and I highly recommend using the fourth link below to enjoy it for yourself.)

Of course, it’s rather ironic for “Traveling Star” to have become the soundtrack for my travels in the archipelago. After all, the entire purpose of the trip was to see where my father’s family traveled together for a decidedly domestic (even if off-the-grid) summer vacation. Nevertheless, leaving aside questions of gender, Georgian Bay certainly evokes the basic tension between “wanderlust” and (as James puts it) “civilization.” When it was time to head back down south, I was surprised by how weighty it felt to leave. I had only known this environment for a few days, but it felt more real than many environments I’ve spent years in; then again, isn’t it the people and relationships that make a place real? Which is the realer purpose of a human life: to live close to nature, or close to your people? (And why can’t we do both?)

In the end, I don’t know what to tell ya, other than to go and listen to James Taylor. I mean, Zollo saw fit to end his entire interview with a callback to “My Traveling Star” and its “genuine heart.” If you still can’t get behind something sentimental, you might try “Money Machine” for James’s funky-sarcastic side, or the live Greatest Hits version of “Steam Roller” to hear him swear (something he does more than you might expect). His Simpsons cameo is also classic, and Mac DeMarco has a nice cover of “I Was A Fool To Care,” proving James’s songwriting sounds just as good with lo-fi production as it does in more polished contexts. Hmm… now I’m thinking about Viceroys…

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