Chuck Berry — And the Whole First Wave of Rock and Rollers — Have a Right To Be Pissed

Can’t be said often enough about a peculiar phenomenon I have never understood. The sex-terrified reactionaries of the ’50s wanted rock and roll to just go away — by banning if necessary. Send that monster Elvis into the Army. Send that threat to white women Chuck Berry to jail.

And damned if it didn’t work in a funhouse-mirror way. The rock of the British Invasion and later (up to a point) is annoyingly present (just consider the nonstop soundtrack we had to put up with while the car was worked on this Sat. — maybe the single most painful part was the inclusion of “I Wanna Be Sedated” like it was the hit it shoulda been). But the whole original wave of rockers is neglected except for oldies moments.

C’mon everybody (ahem), you can program that stuff right in with the Boss and related acts.

A Pop-Concert Trend …

… that I’ve worried about for a long time seems to be accelerating. Shows are either humongous extravaganzas by beyond-established stars (maybe doing a complete version of a hit album from 20 years ago) or else threadbare, poorly organized and bad-sounding trifles in tiny rooms. One cause is that so many young players now have to manage and promote themselves and play wherever a gig is possible. Of course there are exceptions. But the (in hindsight) steady ol’ system is gone for good.

Little P.S. on BYG and Royalties

A couple young compatriots have wondered why I was waxing (“waxing” — geddit?) nostalgic about a record label that made money by selling vinyl without paying royalties to anybody anywhere.

The key word is “nostalgic” — were are talking about a different music-retail world, here. When I got the Parker sides on BYG, the seller himself — only store in Missoula that carried non-mainstream jazz — told me they were essentially boots but it was the only way in hell at that time I was gonna hear the music. When small record labels were out of business back then, they were Out. Of. Business. Forever, for all we knew.

Of course the world of popular music history changed when James Brown Live at the Apollo was reissued and before you knew it, operations like Rhino were relative powerhouses.

So my basic stance is this: buy a legitimate, royalty-paying release whenever available. And nowadays, just about everything is out there. Well, except Into the Unknown by Bad Religion — oh, wait …

My Hall of Fame Pix

Roger Carter comment from previous post:

Don’t leave us in suspense! What were your choices Milo?

  1. The Bad Brains
  2. The Cars (yeah, yeah, I know)
  3. Chic
  4. MC5
  5. Joe Tex

I’m proudest of the last nomination, because I think Joe Tex is the most scandalously obscure knockout performer in R&B and soul.

First pick:

25 All Time Greatest Hits

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Yum Yum Yum – The Early Years 1955-1962