The film, which seems to be built backwards from the reunion concerts Taylor and King performed at the West Hollywood club to mark its 50th anniversary (and the subsequent arena tour they undertook last year), is not a complete picture of the genre, the age or the place. It's a series of interlocking partial views that only suggest a whole, but the important bases are touched: the music, the sex, the drugs, the famous Monday Hoot nights, spotlight-loving owner Weston's practice of signing artists to contracts that would bring them back to his stage after they were officially too big and expensive to play there.
As former L.A. Times pop critic Robert Hilburn describes it here, the singer-songwriters provided a soundtrack for the wound-licking that came as Flower Power collapsed and the war went on. As untroubled as it could sometimes sound, there was a streak of dread running through much of this music, and it keeps "Troubadours" from devolving into an occasion for generational self-celebration. Even King's "You've Got a Friend," which Taylor among legions covered and which sounds as if it were written to be sung by all the children of the world holding hands in a circle, has a dark cloud floating over its assurances. And in both his songwriting and his self, the reticent Taylor — whose background includes mental institutions and heroin addiction — betrays an uneasiness that never entirely disappears into the well-wrought music that cradles it. "I don't remember much about how I wrote those songs," he says. "You just pretended you could play the guitar and then maybe you could, then you pretended you could write a song and maybe you could."
Robert Christgau, long the lead critic at the Village Voice, appears as the voice of East Coast disdain for West Coast musical values ("fey ... detached ... casual cool arrogance"), though he is set up mainly to be knocked down. "We just always thought it was because they were cold, starving and jealous in New York," says songwriter J.D. Souther of their critics. Adds guitarist Danny Kortchmar: "The music always wins." "Troubadours" backs him up.