Released
in August of 1972, Michael Nesmith’s fifth post-Monkees solo album is
celebrating its 50th anniversary this month. It was an album built on a
whim, but it became one of Nesmith’s most nuanced and eloquent
statements.
After three LPs with his “First National Band” and
one with his restructured “Second National Band”, Nesmith was band-less
when it came time for his next album, save for his stalwart pedal steel
guitar master, Orville "Red" Rhodes. Red was the constant at Mike’s
side throughout all the incarnations of the National Band and would
remain so until his untimely passing in the mid 1990s.
With RCA
Records breathing down Nesmith’s neck looking for some “hits”, Mike was
feeling the weight, but he wasn’t about to try slapping together
another band. Instead, he had the inspiration to go in another
direction altogether. For this next record, he’d keep it simple with
just Red on the steel guitar and himself on vocals and acoustic guitar.
And by gosh, that’s just what they did for the whole album. In
deference to RCA’s pleading for hits, he duly titled the album “And the
Hits Just Keep on Comin’”, in a typically ironic, tongue-in-cheek move
born from the frustration of lackluster sales which were the fate of his
previous solo albums.
Sadly, at the time of its release, it
continued the trend of being ignored in the charts and by the record
buying public, but it would not go without eventual vindication. In the
years that have followed its release, it has steadily gained stature
within his solo canon as one of his most heartfelt, elegant and haunting
releases. Its simplicity and restraint serve to highlight the beauty
of the songwriting and Rhodes’ steel guitar dreaminess lifts it all into
the heavens of sublime perfection. What began as a move of desperation
resulted in an artistic triumph. Listening to it against the backdrop
of the modern world, it has a timelessness that makes it one of
Nesmith’s most important works.