Mr. Moderator

Mr. Moderator

When not blogging Mr. Moderator enjoys baseball, cooking, and falconry.

Jul 072008
 


Like my 11-year-old son, some of you are probably too young to have any even remotely direct experience with rock ‘n roll from the 1950s, but that doesn’t mean you can’t shed some light on this topic. Over the weekend we were playing an 18-song Buddy Holly Greatest Hits album in the car. My boys have liked this CD the couple of times they’ve heard it in the past, and it’s good summertime music, not to mention simply great music (perhaps by whatever standards we might define great).

Our oldest boy was amazed at how many of Holly’s songs he knew from movies, commercials, and the like. “I can’t believe how many great songs he made,” he kept saying, “almost every song was a huge hit!”

He wanted to know more about Holly, eventually arriving at this core question: “I don’t get it, why is Elvis more famous than him? I don’t see what’s so great about Elvis.”

It was a tough question to handle on the spot like that. Elvis is King, right? I love Elvis, but not including the pathos of Fat Elvis, which was too much to explain to an 11 year old, Buddy Holly may have produced a stronger run of songs during the ’50s. “Elvis’ early singles are really exciting,” I told him, “plus he was more handsome and drove the kids wild.”

I handed him the Holly CD and had him look at the photos of Buddy and the Crickets. “Whoa,” he chuckled, “now I see where Elvis Costello got his Look!” (My wife quickly added, “You know, he was kind of handsome!”)


This all got me thinking, Who are Rock Town Hall’s Top 5 Rock ‘n Roll Artists from the ’50s? I ask us to discipline ourselves and refrain from throwing acknowledged blues artists (eg, Muddy Waters) and other ‘tweeners (eg, Louis Prima – I’m looking your way, HVB!) into the mix. Rock ‘n roll. This could include, as the genre is usually defined, vocal groups, such as The Platters. But no Muddy Waters, no Hank Williams, no Louis Prima, no jazz. Got it?

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Jul 062008
 


In round-robin fashion, let’s share our rock ‘n roll regrets. I’ll start. Your regrets do not have to mirror my initial example in form or content. The regret could be over the buying of a particular album, like one of those Style Council lps. The regret could be about a public expression of rock beliefs among the wrong crowd. Just be honest.

I regret not buying Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols on vinyl within a few years of its release. For years I was content to listen to friends’ and roomates’ copies, saving my precious few dollars for buying other records that no one in my circle of friends owned. Then, by the time I felt I should own the album myself, CDs were out and I didn’t want to be confused with some yuppie asshole who was coming late to the party. Cool record store clerks keep track of that stuff, you know. To this day I do not own Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols. I keep thinking I’ll find a used, worn copy at some out of the way location, where my latecomer purchase may not be recognized and reported by The Cool Patrol.

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Jul 032008
 


I saw a commercial the other day for a collection called Patriotic Country. “Is there any other kind of country music,” I thought to myself? Well, I’m certain those US of A hatin’ Dixie Chicks were ruled out from consideration by the CD’s compilers.

Curtis Mayfield, “This Is My Country”

Feel free to snigger along with the concept of patriotic country, rock, and soul, but as we enter our Independence Day festivities, see if you can’t identify a song or two that actually touches on your personal notions of patriotism.

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Jul 012008
 

Implicated

From The Lodgers

On my arrival I was greeted by four characters. Stephen White, who had just been proclaimed Master Of The Sticks by a pirate station in Cumbria run by a retired colonel. Miss Dee C. Lee who I espied on a clifftop alone with nothing but her sweet voice singing out into the clouds and a large parrott on her shoulder. Paul Weller, who sat naked in front of the sea on a deckchair shouting, “stop I say, hold thyselves, my parts freeze,” as the waves rushed past him, and Master Michael Talbot by a bonfire, splendidly clad in a lame blanket and hard at work on one of Stravinsky’s unfinished works he had come across in a disused priory.

Remember The Cappuccino Kid, that mysterious liner note writer for releases by The Style Council? Nobody knew who exactly The Cappuccino Kid was, but many speculated!

Not ringing a bell yet? Perhaps the following passage from Our Favourite Shop will jog your memory:

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