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The Weight

Every Martin guitar built since 1839 carries the same stamp inside the soundhole: a factory address in a small Pennsylvania town. Most players never look twice. Robbie Robertson did, one day in early 1968, staring at a 1951 D-28 with nothing better to do, and the word Nazareth did something fine print isn't supposed to do. He was twenty-four, living out of a Manhattan hotel between sessions, killing time at a bookstore that sold old movie scripts. He knew exactly what to do with a word like that.

The bookstore was the Gotham Book Mart. It was run by a woman named Frances Steloff, though everyone called her Fanny. She kept used film scripts alongside her books, and Robertson worked through a stack of them: Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal first, then the Spanish surrealist Luis Buñuel, whose films Viridiana and Nazarín kept circling the same trap. A character tries to do something good. The good deed multiplies into something nobody can manage. Robertson explained it years later in blunter terms: someone asks a small favor, and next thing you know, "Holy shit, what's this turned into?" Fanny made it into the song by name. So did Nazareth. The favors did the rest.

The song itself is a shaggy dog story. A traveler rolls into town to deliver one message and ends up recruited into everyone else's business: a dog that needs feeding, a room that needs finding, a stranger named Carmen hunting for the Devil, Crazy Chester wanting a favor with the law. None of it came from nowhere, either. Levon Helm named names in his own memoir. Luke was a real guitarist, Jimmy Ray Paulman. Young Anna Lee was a family friend, Anna Lee Williams. Robertson wrote the words, sure, but the world belonged to Helm's Arkansas as much as it belonged to Robertson's reading list. The songwriting credit, though, went to Robertson alone. That split would outlast the band itself.

They cut it in January 1968 at A&R Studios in New York, part of the sessions for Music from Big Pink, produced by John Simon. The arrangement sounds plain on first listen: a country gospel shuffle, acoustic guitar, Garth Hudson's organ filling in the gaps like a church choir loft. Listen twice and the trick is in the vocals. Helm leads most verses. Danko steps in and out. By the choruses, Richard Manuel's harmony has stacked on top of both of them, and the song stops sounding like one narrator's story. It sounds like a whole town weighing in. Take a load off, Fanny, the refrain goes. Nobody in the band ever agreed on what the rest of it meant. Robertson himself said he built it for mood and image, not a plot that resolves.

It wasn't a hit, not in the way people usually mean that word. "The Weight" peaked at only No. 63 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the fall of 1968. Jackie DeShannon's cover, released the same season, actually outcharted it. The song did better north and east of the border: No. 35 in Canada, No. 21 in the U.K. But the chart position never mattered much, because the song got something better: album rock airplay that never really stopped, the kind of slow burn that eventually lands a song with a mediocre chart history at No. 41 on Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, decades after the fact.

The strange afterlife started almost immediately. Easy Rider used the Band's actual recording over its 1969 closing scenes. But nobody had cleared the rights for the soundtrack album, so the studio quietly hired a group called Smith to cut a note-for-note soundalike, and that's the version fans actually bought in record stores. Aretha Franklin got to it that same year, recording it in New York with Duane Allman on slide guitar and turning it into gospel soul. Her version hit No. 19 on the Hot 100 and No. 3 on the R&B chart, well past what the Band ever managed with the original. Producer Jerry Wexler said afterward he regretted the whole session, convinced the song sat too far from Franklin's core audience to be worth it. The chart numbers disagreed. Diana Ross, the Supremes, and the Temptations cut their own version later that year and reached No. 46. A Scottish rock band lifted its name straight from one line, "I pulled into Nazareth," and built a whole career as Nazareth with zero connection to the actual town. They just liked how the word sounded.

The version most people picture now is the one from 1978's The Last Waltz. Martin Scorsese moved this particular performance out of the Winterland Ballroom, where the rest of the concert happened, and into a studio soundstage, bringing in the Staple Singers, Mavis Staples, Pops Staples, and the rest of the family gospel group, to trade verses with the Band. Staples has said for decades she can't leave a stage anywhere without someone calling for it. Singing "The Weight," first with the Band and later with a long line of musicians who've asked to join her on it since, turned into something close to a second occupation.

The strangest coda came decades later. In 2004, Cingular Wireless bought the rights to use the song in a commercial, and its ad agency, BBDO, built a whole campaign around it. Levon Helm didn't think he'd ever agreed to that. He sued to stop it. The case dragged on for years, and in 2012 a court ruled against him: a contract Helm signed back in 1968, as a young drummer with zero reason to think about cell phone ads, had given the record label the right to license the recording however it wanted. No further permission required. No veto for the man who actually sang it. It's a fitting kind of ending, honestly, for a song about people getting pulled into obligations they never signed up for. Even the guy who sang it couldn't opt out of where it went next.