Unlike a certain religious figure I can think of, Rod “the Mod” Stewart didn’t walk on water until his third go-round. On 1971’s Every Picture Tells a Story Stewart finally got it right. He nailed down his persona (lovable rogue with lascivious cackle and sensitive side). Wrote himself a remarkable assemblage of brilliant songs (including perhaps the two best coming-of-age songs ever written and the heartfelt “Mandolin Wind”). And finally assembled THE IDEAL cast of players who found the perfect balance between rough and tumble rock ’n’ roll, folk, and soul. If Every Picture Tells a Story isn’t the perfect album, I’m D.B. Cooper.
Which isn’t to say he sank beneath the waters without a trace his first two times out. Anything but. Both 1969’s The Rod Stewart Album (which was released under the better title An Old Raincoat Won’t Ever Let You Down in the UK) and 1970’s Gasoline Alley are superb albums—gritty, soulful powerhouses packed with strong Stewart originals and imaginative covers, and boasting simpatico supporting musicians many of whom would join him on Every Picture Tells a Story.
His first two don’t get the attention afforded solo album number three, but they’re required listening. Unlike Elton John and David Bowie, Stewart (who’d honed his vocal chops with Long John Baldry’s Steampacket, the little known and short-lived Shotgun Express and the Jeff Beck Group) never took a false or indecisive step. He had his blueprint down from the very beginning—it was simply a matter of perfecting his songwriting.
And talk about double-tasking. Stewart may have the reputation as a debonair roué and two-fisted drinker (who else would put out a greatest hits album shaped like a whiskey glass?), but at least part of it must have been smoke and mirrors—he couldn’t have spent all of his time bedding the ladies and hitting the bottle, because if so where’d he find the time to put together his early solo albums (one per year, more or less) while also singing and writing songs (and immortal ones, at that) for Faces, who toured heavily and released four albums in three years in their own right? The guy worked like a bricklayer. And the lads in Faces were doing double-duty too—some or all of them appeared on his solo albums, that is until he began his sad downward slide towards mainstream mediocrity and decided he could be more mediocre without them.