Saturday, March 25, 2017

Music, Dylan, and Me--Chapter 2

Ernie Fields is not a name usually associated with Rock & Roll.
Until you listen to his version of In the Mood!
That song--released in 1959--demonstrated a "new" form of music--one with a driving power surge that turned its wheels in an ongoing rhythm, progressing down the road of riffs at an ever-faster rate, yet with each new level reached seeming smooth as butter, and powerful as a 16 wheeler going downhill!
Compare it to Stevie Wonder's Maybe Baby, Hot Tuna's John's Other, or the rhythmic overlap of voices in counterpoint, as with the Beachboys & Beatles!
It was so different from the early Rock stuff where the music virtually stopped throughout the song, as changes of key or tempo happened, knocking the dancing mood into a holding pattern while the instrumentalists got going again!
When Hendrix or Beck (Jeff Beck, NOT Beck!) came along, I immediately sensed a connection with Fields's "Mood"!
Why would I--if it wasn't THERE?
Other songs from the 50's & early 60's had that element!
Tossin' & Turnin' by Bobby Lewis, Last Night by Floyd Cramer, New Orleans by US Bonds, later with Ike & Tina Turner's River Deep, Mountain High!
But I had to wait for Wonder's brilliant Maybe Baby for it all to come together!
It was THAT driving music that cast my love for the music in cement!

But music is more than the instruments played, or its tempo, or how it's layered & structured!
Music is Poetry too!
(Oh, thank you, Cliche!)
But it IS!!
And Poetry has Words!
(Brilliant, Child!)

I love you, yes I do!
Sun is burning, I am yearning.
Honey child, you're so wild!

Then Chuck Berry--May he Rest in Peace!--sang Nadine & Roll Over Beethoven & Johnny B Goode & Too Much Monkey Business--and we suddenly discovered that Rock had WORDS!

At puberty, one isn't exactly knowing of love & sexual desires & all that human relationships entail!
As Hendrix asked--Have you ever been experienced?--Well, at age 12 or 13, I haven't!!
(Nor have you, if you're honest!)
So words like I'll love you till the sun goes down passes over our adolescent heads--even bores us!
(Did you ever enjoy--or understand--a movie's or book's love story when in elementary school?)

Maybe that's one reason so many rock instrumentals found success early on--by bands like the Ventures, Dick Dale & the Del-tones, Johnny & the Hurricanes, Duane Eddy, B Bumble & the Stingers, or Ernie Fields!
I loved all of those, but when words were added, the story was complete!
I could FEEL a song's music, but I could UNDERSTAND it by its words!
And that's why the Beachboys,  Beatles and Bob Dylan gave re-birth to this "dead" music!

Doesn't really matter who the killer was, but we knew that energy of Berry & Presley & Fats Domino & the Everly's just wasn't breathing too good!
Just as pockets alone don't make a shirt, nor do pockets of musical greatness provide a life-sustaining reason for going forward!
Music needed to be Born Again!

The British Mods understood that--or at least FELT it!
John, Paul, George & Ringo weren't the sexiest of Men--although McCartney was always referred to as the "cute one"!
But the impact of their combining adult words with smashing musicality stirred the secret soul of music lovers everywhere!
The Sexual Revolution was born--or at least Born Again!--with I Want to Hold Your Hand, Twist & Shout, and She Loves You.
They wouldn't let you sit down!
They shook the very foundation of your most intimate needs.
Without a naked body to fuck, you had the tensed bodies wanting to ejaculate its caged passions, holding it all in because SOCIETY demanded you do so!
Until that music ROCKED your very soul, and like the Atomic Bomb, or like the tectonic plates below the Earth's surface rubbing together causing earthquakes, it all EXPLODED into a Shake, Rattle & Roll that was never-ending, and would more than merely survive, but would BE the underlying chemistry of our very existence!

THAT was BeatleMANIA!
I attended the 1965 Hollywood Bowl concert!
Cost--$7.50 for a middle-Bowl seat!
I parked my Mustang convertible--red & black--in the lot 2 hours before the show!
Already, a few hundred kids were there!
Mostly braces-adorned girls!
I remember the KRLA News helicopter flying over, and the girls would SCREAM--There they are!!
But no, it wasn't "them"!
The Beatles arrived in a bullet-proof limousine 2 minutes before going on stage!
They left the same way, seconds after ending their 25 minute concert!
The "music" was more the noise of the screams than the guitars & drums played--mostly off-key!, because they couldn't hear themselves!!
The Beatles became a CULTURE more than a musical band!
They became 100's of "intellectual" arguments comparing them to Beethoven & Bach!
(The only comparison I heard was their version of Berry's Roll Over Beethoven!)

Then someone wrote an essay saying that the Beatles were so popular because they used a repetition of a few simple words---you, I, love, need, want--giving breath to the idea that life & love & relationships were simple & pure--Zen-like!
If only!

And that's why we NEEDED Bob Dylan!!
When a child, you put jigsaw puzzles of 20 pieces together, learning how each piece interacts & intersects with the others!
As an adult, you play with puzzles of 500 or 1000 pieces!
Even the "pictures" become fuzzier, more intricate, more complicated, forcing your mind to "bend" with each puzzle's pattern!
She Loves You were those 20 piece puzzles!
Chimes of Freedom, A Hard Rain's-a-Gonna Fall, It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding, and later Like a Rolling Stone & Idiot Wind were the 1000 piece babies!

The challenge--for the lyrics writer--then became a CHALLENGE--in all its monster shapes & forms!
Whether rhymed or not, each line needed to tell a story, or to paint a picture!

I've often said Visions of Johanna is my favorite Dylan lyric!
For those immersed in ART--words paint a picture--as in the Chinese proverb that One picture is worth 10000 words!
Great books we've read--or even movies we've seen--describe moods and thoughts and scenery so you can SEE them!
Feelings & emotions are brought to life by the structure of the poem, the interlacing of descriptions broken off into sections (or verses!), not so much by the stories or the plot!
When the WORDS become that perfect recipe, you can TASTE the "lemon running down your leg", or the "country music station play(ing) soft", or those "visions of Johanna" that "make it all seem so cruel"!
(Aaah, Don't Be Cruel, Elvis sang!)

Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist.
But when I heard--then read!--the lyrics of Johanna, I thought of Edward Hopper, whose paintings of lonely folks sitting in lonely post-midnight cafes struck a heartfelt chord in my soul!
I could SEE that loft Dylan spoke of!
I could FEEL his lust for Johanna, even though "Louise held a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it!".
And when he sang those words--the ghost of 'lectricity HOWLS in the bones of her face", you could SEE the vampire-ic shadows of life's lines & indents in that face!

Howls.
Yes, Allen Ginsberg had written the epic poem "Howl" in 1955, about the same time Elvis & Bill Haley & Old Chuck was creating a music that would "howl in the bones of OUR faces" a few years later!
I saw the best minds of my generation--destroyed by madness--starving, hysterical, naked....!
Dylan's new lyrics were the "Howl" of HIS generation!
And changed the idea of POETRY forever!
(Just ask those who wrote of Dylan receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature last year!)

To talk of my involvement with Dylan--NOT personally, NOT in our living rooms or in some loft!--but in the SEX of our connection, our joining of minds like Siamese twins, the siblings-like nature of the Beast--will take much more line space than this chapter provides!

Chapter 3 follows shortly!

Music, Dylan, and Me--Chapter 1

Tried to learn guitar, but quit before I grew calluses!
Same with piano, harmonica, and drums!
(But played tambourine one time with an LA group called the Leaves onstage at the Whiskey a Go Go!)

Music, as listener, as observer, as lyrics writer, is ingrained in my life!
It fills so many spaces & places in my life, soul & heart, I can't explain!
And I know I'm not alone!

At age 72 (born June 24th, 1944, same exact date as Jeff Beck!), I was breast fed on Elvis milk, weaned by Ernie Fields, masturbated with Hendrix, lost it to Janis, married Bob, divorced Tom Petty, got sick over Alanis, took out the Garbage, played Pick Up Sticks with the Dixie Chicks, and now, I don't have a clue!

In reality, it began with Elvis on the Ed Sullivan show in 1956!
Was living then in Edgewater NJ, facing Manhatten across the Hudson River!
Listened to Alan Freed on NYC's WOR radio, the first Top 40 station!
Also lived across from Harlem, where I never attended the Apollo.
Never lived in the Village, or saw Blake visions at Columbia University, or shared joints and ass fucks with Ginsberg & Kerouac!

Elvis--and those 'burns!
Mom, I want sideburns too!
When you're older, son!
So I combed my hair into a duck-tail and shook my hips instead!

I'd heard the black music, what was called jitterbug or rhythm & blues, until King James said it's funky!
I was never afraid of Harlem!
Once defied my Mother's instructions & changed trains at 125th!
(Later would walk the streets of the Fillmore District--fearless as a white ass rebel!)

But it was the music that turned my head!
It was that tingle and burn I felt deep within--an inner me I couldn't then define--that would add to my life a passion I'd never lose!

Some do.
They feel it too--but then lose it to the suburban zookeepers & their monotonous daily feedings!
I didn't lose it!
And it made my life what it became!

It was torn down in 1965, but I went numerous times to Palisades Amusement Park, a slow uphill walk from our apartment.
They had bands play there--early rockers, not too adult, not kids!
All later appeared on Dick Clark's American Bandstand--a show I watched all the time!

But I remember some earlier music too!
My older sister (Born in 1939, still kicking it at age 78 in Arizona!) loved Eddie Fisher!
His version of Oh My Papa was MY favorite Fisher song!
(She was a real FANatic--had whole scrapbooks with everything Eddie Fisher!!)
To this day, I still love that song!

Bob Dylan is turning out CD's of real oldies now--and I don't mean ROCK oldies!
Couldn't figure out why I don't like his doing that--until I reminded myself he and I were born 3 years apart!
He was raised on THOSE oldies--I was raised on ROCK oldies!!
We appreciate what we hear--what first fills our ears & minds & voids!

Why did Rock & Roll begin?
Why did it inflame the energies of America's  youth?

The generic reason given by "experts" was that the 50's were too staid, too boring, too conservative!
The sexual passions were hidden behind bedroom windows in houses made of ticky-tacky, those Valium wives without values!
And it was born of fear--of the bomb, of living a life without LIVING it, of the TV image of the Stepford household where "Father" knew best--but knew nothing!
It was those Commies!
It was them John Birchers!
It was the "Nigras"!
Oh my!

But check out the reality!
Black R&B & Be-Bop revved the engines of war-ravaged lads and ladies!
They weren't really racist!
They probably never even heard the word "racism"!
But in their bones, they knew!
We can't be friends with them, but we could dig their MUSIC!!
Oh baby, they SWING!!

And we swung WITH them--in our secret hideaways, our midnight escapes to jazz clubs, our radio tours of THEIR music!
But shhhhhhh, don't tell anyone your dirty little secret!

And that's why Elvis became Elvis!
He was the white innocent (even with his hip shakes!) who twisted James Brown flash and Muddy Waters blues and Robert Johnson porch swing into the seed that became known as Rock & Roll!
Elvis became the butterfly, the tree, the rounded Earth, the eternal Sea, the REASON rock survived past its emergence from the Womb!
His voice was sweet & sensual, his leer a temptation but not a rape, his songs instant hits!

Past the record burnings, past the church sermons (Ironic, really, as Elvis made some really beautiful Gospel albums!!), past all the noise & fuss, Elvis helped Rock take its first steps, speak its first words (You ain't nothing but a Hound Dog!  I want you to be my Teddy Bear!  I Got Stung!), and become potty trained!

Can you imagine Elvis clone Ricky Nelson sitting on a toilet at his Garden Party?)
Then Pat Boone MURDERED this infant culture!

Or maybe it was Elvis himself who did the deed!
He enlisted in the Army in 1958.
He emerged back into his old world in 1960!

I was by then a Californian--first a year in Sunnyvale, then to North Hollywood!
From East coast to West!
From Alan Freed to Wink Martindale!
From WOR to KRLA!
From the Cafe Wha? to the Hollywood Bowl!
From blizzards & thunderstorms to droughts & sunshine!
From James Brown to the Mothers of Invention!

And I followed the path--which became my own!
My journey--and Music's evolution--continues in Chapter 2.
Coming soon!