The nostalgic Echo in the Canyon, directed by Andrew Slater and hosted/executive-produced by Jakob Dylan, trains its rose-colored lens on L.A.’s musical community of blithe spirits that created the Californian pop and folk-rock sounds that captivated fans in the mid-to-late 1960s. A documentary like this has a certain built-in success rate for baby boomers. The tone is set early when the Byrds’ “Wild Mountain Thyme” is set to vertiginous aerial shots of steep-sided Laurel Canyon, with its funky houses in a asymmetrical jumble. This stuff is baby-boomer catnip and the producers spread the appeal by also featuring performers of younger generations, discussing this music’s impact and performing some of these chestnuts in new arrangements.
As expected, the Byrds figure heavily here. The type of 12-string hollow-body Rickenbacker guitar that Roger McGuinn played on many of the group’s hits (most notably their version of “Mr. Tambourine Man”) adorns the DVD cover. The film starts with Tom Petty (who later also employed a Rickenbacker) discussing the instrument’s distinctive jangly sound. Only a few other groups are given wide coverage: the Beach Boys (Pet Sounds era), the Mamas and Poppas and Buffalo Springfield. There are some glaring omissions (no mention of Joni “Ladies of the Canyon” Mitchell??) and Jakob Dylan’s strange reticence in the casual interview segments with such notables as David Crosby, Michelle Phillips, Steve Stills and Jackson Browne is a decided drawback.
Tom Petty shows Jakob Dylan Laurel Canyon’s weapon of choice.
So while I would not hesitate to recommend Echo in the Canyon to its target demographic, it does have a tendency to coast on the ready-made appeal of its subject. This does not make it unique among Rock Docs, but a little more imagination could have yielded a film of more staying power. The cross-pollinating of influences and friendly one-upsmanship between the B’s: Beatles, Byrds, Beach Boys and Bob (Jakob Dylan’s dad, that is) is a well-travelled road, travelled once more. More compelling here is the localized narrative of the pixie-dust effect you got with closely-grouped creative types in a (then) semi-rural enclave that was just up the hill from the Sunset Strip with its music clubs, sound studios and record label offices. Another nice touch is Slater’s inclusion of choice clips from the 1968 Jacques Demy movie Model Shop; it was shot in the vicinity and gives a great feel for the era.
Cros to Jakob: “You know, I knew your old man five years before I ever saw him smile. But you, kid, you’re all right.”
Presently, we get the tribute renditions of the related classic songs. Some of these are informally done in the studio. Brian Wilson sits down at the piano and there’s a tuneful duet between the younger Dylan and Nora Jones on the Association’s “Never My Love.” Towards the end the action shifts to the concert stage with a band led by Jakob that mostly features relative newbies like Regina Spektor, Beck and Cat Power. Your reaction to these concert clips may depend on how you feel about the individuals involved (I guess I’m destined not to be a Fiona Apple fan) but there’s another issue at play. These songs are culled from a “genius era” and that magic is hard to match. While the Byrd’s 1968 version of Carole King & Gerry Goffin’s exquisite “Going Back” was a transformative experience, here it’s just nice. Still, Echo in the Canyon is a fairly good valentine to a golden time, place and sound. As Graham Nash says at one point, “Historians will remember us 200 years from now. I’m not letting this go.” And neither are we.
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I saw this last week and really liked it. Crosby was a bastard and alienated all but one from his life. But boy, could he sing! I always loved CSNY harmonies.
I can take Crosby in small doses like here. I haven’t seen the documentary that’s just about him, although I hear he does come clean (about admitting he was an a-hole back then)
Yes, he was very honest. I admire him for that. I saw the doc about him. Very good!
Ooh… I love the sound of this film and having watched the trailer it’s definitely one for me to seek out. I was a “tail-end” baby boomer but still have such a love for songs from this era – Reminds me of my childhood I suppose. Thanks for the heads-up.
Hi Alyson. U r welcome. This is a good time of year to watch a music doc about nice and sunny California. It will warm you right up.
I watched this today, after reading your review. I have to admit I was underwhelmed. Jakob is not exactly a compelling host/interviewer, so he leaves the Doc without a solid center. And the new versions of the old tunes are OK, but rather pointless. (And yes, Fiona Apple just annoys the crap out of me). On the plus side, the interviews with the old stars were fun, as were the old clips from back in the day. And I loved all those aerial shots of the canyon.
Yeah, I was wondering why they picked him Jakob as the host until I looked at the box and saw that he was executive producer. So in effect, he hired himself..