On March 4, 1975, Jim Sullivan mysteriously disappeared outside Santa Rosa, New Mexico. His VW bug was found abandoned, his motel room untouched. Some think he got lost. Some think the mafia bumped him. Some even think he was abducted by aliens.
By coincidence–or perhaps not–Jim’s 1969 debut album was titled
U.F.O.. Released in tiny numbers on a private label, it too was truly lost until
Light In The Attic Records began a years–long quest to re–release it–and
to solve the mystery of Sullivan’s disappearance.
Only one of those things happened, and you can guess which…
Light In The Attic’s reissue of U.F.O. introduced the world to an overlooked masterwork and won him, posthumously (presumably), legions of new fans. Those new admirers are in for a real treat: a lavish reissue of Jim’s 1972 sophomore album, Jim Sullivan.
The self–titled LP was originally released on Playboy mogul Hugh
Hefner’s short–lived Playboy imprint. Horns sweeten this funky and
bombastic session driven by Jim’s unmistakably larger–than–life voice and
exceptional song–writing chops, alongside a cast
of legendary session musicians including Jim Hughart. Another LP you’ll rarely
see in the wild, it is by no means the poor relation of U.F.O., but rather a big
stride into country, folk rock, and swampy blues, mesmerically finger–picked,
brass–bedecked, and with that uniqueness of phrasing–part crooner, part jazz
singer–that makes Sullivan such a rare performer.
Each song could have been a bonafide radio hit, but with spotty promotion and negative connotations surrounding the Playboy name, the self–titled album suffered a fate known all too well and fizzled out. While Sullivan’s disappearance remains unsolved, his music endures and is finally gaining him the recognition he deserves, albeit long overdue.