Punk Rock And Rap Still Lives, Really?

The death recently of Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys illustrates something sort of interesting; Punk Rock is still relevant almost thirty-five years later. Who would have imagined back in the late Seventies that Punk Rock would still be around in the second decade of the 21st Century?

Back in 1984 there was a movie called Body Rock which starred Lorenzo Lamas as a wannabe rapper. The film attempted to portray Hip Hop culture to the masses the way Saturday Night Fever introduced the Disco Era. In Body Rock one character was a break dancer, one was a “scratch” DJ, another was a graffiti artist and Lorenzo represented rapping.

I actually liked watching break dancers, their dancing was very acrobatic, required a great degree of skill, was imaginative and looked difficult and outright dangerous. I also appreciated scratch DJs who manipulated the turntable to get rhythmic sounds from records that the recording artists never intended and added those to other records to create something completely different and original. I could also appreciate the talent involved in some graffiti art despite it being a form of vandalism. The difference between art and crime was the difference between a canvas and a wall. But rap, which had been around for ages (Muhammad Ali was rapping in the 60s), seemed to require the least amount of creativity and talent. While the rest of the cast of Body Rock actually had to have some skill, Lorenzo, undoubtedly hired for his marquee value, was given the role of rapper since it seemed to take the least amount of skill. Of the four creative aspects of Hip Hop I never dreamed Rapping would be the one to survive and even thrive for thirty years.

The same is true for Punk Rock which seemed as a protest of mainstream rock and roll and wasn’t taken very seriously by anyone other than Punks who were viewed as a fashion trend. Perhaps it is because of the relative ease of playing Punk Rock or Rapping and the extremely low bar as far as a standard of quality for these forms that has helped them survive. After all, it’s often the simple life forms such as the cockroach that is the heartiest survivor.

I’m not saying there is not some talent working in Rap and Punk as both have evolved over the decades and Rap in particular has become very eloquent and sophisticated. Punk, however, when developed too far becomes something else like Green Day which has transcended Punk to Pop and now even Musical Theater. Like a virus, some Punk has metamorphosed completely out of being into something different, yet Punk in it’s raw form still survives and I find that surprising.


My Epic Journey, So Far

I’ve always really disliked epics. I was brought up on fairie tales where the heroes were young, they had a great adventure and then they lived “happily ever after”. The great epics like the Odyssey and the Iliad really bothered me. The Trojan war lasted ten years?! And then poor Ulysses who was responsible for finally figuring out a way to end it got lost going home and that took him another ten years. I always found those stories that just went on and on, and on, extremely frustrating. Maybe it’s because the heroes never get any time to celebrate their achievements. Guys like Hercules had one trial after another and then they died.

If Ulysses, who was the King of Ithaca, became the king in his twenties then he was in his thirties when he finally got to sail home to his wife from Troy. His wife, who hadn’t seen him in ten years, is now also probably in her thirties but will still have to wait another ten years, until she’s in her forties to finally have him return. When he does come home he is able to successfully disguise himself as an old man enough to not be recognized by his former friends and neighbors. At forty or maybe even in his fifties, he is an old man. Who wants an adventure that takes you away from your home and everybody you love for the better part of your lifetime? That’s not a grand adventure, that’s a life sentence.

And now, alas, I have discovered that my own adventure is not the faire tale with the happily ever after ending I once believed it would be but rather an epic. I now realize that life is a series of small adventures, of tiny accomplishments, and that one leads up to, or directly is the cause, of the next and the culmination of these events is what constitutes a life. Maybe the record I made didn’t go Platinum, or Gold, or Silver, or Bronze, but hey, I made a record. The problem is when viewed through the eyes of those around you it seems every little adventure you have, if it’s creative, is seen as a failure if it doesn’t make money. Hercules had to clean out a stable and kill a lion and didn’t make a cent for it but we’re talking about him today because he did it. Whereas, King Midas, the Greek king so rich everything he touched turned to gold, literally, we only know today as a sad, pathetic character in a cautionary tale.

With the passage of time the financial and social successes we have in our lifetimes will not be remembered or appreciated, it will be what we leave behind for others that will be our legacy. That may be art or music that is put out into the universe (Internet) for all to discover at some future time, or perhaps the founding of an organization or school of thought, or just a line of progeny that grows into an social unit with influence in the world of its own.

For us, now, it’s the journey, not the destination, that matters and our stories are important not because of the riches we acquire along the way but because of the entertainment and educational aspects they depart to those who hear them and choose to follow in our path.

The Results Of The British Invasion, Thus Far

The original British Invasion took place in 1964 with the arrival of the Beatles and the Mersey Beat groups that followed in their wake.* But that invasion wasn’t just singing groups, as rock bands were called back then, but also the second biggest craze of the mid Sixties, secret agents. James Bond lead this wave with The Avengers, The Saint, Noel Harrison from The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. and Secret Agent man, Patrick McGoohan.

The second wave of the British Invasion took place in the 1980s with Duran Duran, Def Leppard, Flock Of Seagulls and a whole host of English Newwave bands.

Now, in the second decade of the 21st Century the British Invasion has finally infiltrated American Pop culture like never before. Just a quick survey of popular television shows, American television shows, illustrates just how prevalent the English occupation of American airwaves has become. Besides the remakes of British television shows like The Office, which has been going on since the 70s with shows like All In The Family and Sanford And Son, there are now celebrity chefs Gordon Ramsay of Kitchen Nightmares and Robert Levine of Restaurant: Impossible, beauty salon makeover queen Tabatha Coffey of Tabatha’s Salon Takeover, Piers Morgan (replacing American Larry King), Sharon Osborn of America’s Got Talent and the entire cast of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.

This use of the British as the supreme arbiters of taste probably started with Simon Cowell of American Idol, that’s right, AMERICAN Idol. Now, whenever an obnoxious, pretentious, demanding character is called for, it is inevitably an Englishman. But that’s not the most insidious aspect of this English takeover.

Some of the most popular television series currently on television have as their stars English actors pretending to be American. Hugh Laurie of House, Jason Issacs of Awake and Charlie Hunnam of Sons Of Anarchy are English actors who are portraying decidedly American characters. And Irishman Coin Farrell and Australian Sam Worthington star as Americans, or at least characters with American accents, so often that it’s rather shocking to hear them on a talk show using their real voices. Oh, yes, Hugh Jackman as well.

What is wrong? Are there really not enough American actors to play these roles? Do the English actors work that far below scale that hiring them saves that much money? Runaway production and outsourcing to foreign countries is bad enough but now we’re importing workers to to take our jobs in this country?

My folks were right. Those damn Beatles will be the ruin of this country. It just took fifty years.


* The real original British Invasion took place during the war of 1812.

Mad Men Enter The Age Of Mad Everything

In a recent episode of AMC’s Mad Men series advertising exec Don Draper has been requested by a client to find a Beatles song for an ad campaign. The episode ends with his wife giving him the Revolver album to listen to and suggests he listen to a particular song. He puts on Tomorrow Never Knows.

What is interesting is seeing the contrast between the forty year old Don in 1966 and the Beatles proto-psychedelic classic based on the writings of Timothy Leary and the Tibetan Book Of The Dead. Don doesn’t make it through the whole track before he turns it off.

The scene vividly illustrates the clash of two worlds within one culture that was happening in the late Sixties and which has largely been forgotten. Don’s world is changing all around him while he, at forty, is well beyond the age of fads and trends and will most likely go to his grave, probably an early one with his health habits, the same man he is at that point.

Next season will have the show set in 1967, presumably, and Sixties hip culture will be the culture. Will Don adapt and start wearing paisley, neckerchiefs and Nehru jackets (the older man’s hip attire), or will he stay the Brooks Brothers symbol of Fifties manhood he so epitomizes? Maybe he’ll at least grow his hair to his collar, stop using his “greasy kid’s stuff” in his hair ( a slogan he’ll probably help sell), and grow some sideburns. Will that be “selling out” for Don Draper or will he go with the flow and adapt to the times?

Old dogs can learn new tricks but sometimes they look pretty silly doing them.

Happy Birthday, Nick!

Today, May 11, is the birthday of The Tooner’s Rock & Roll Rehab Show’s soundman, Nicholas Warner. Outside of Tooner Greg Piper, Nicholas is one of the few natural musicians I’ve known. He started playing drums as a small child which impresses me as I’ve never had that kind of coordination. He then played piano very well and guitar and as a teenager played the Whiskey in Hollywood as the bass player for the band ILH which stood for I Love Hynas. I’m told “hynas” is slang for girls.

He then joined The Second String which featured Matt Thompson, the son of L.A. DJ Mark Thompson of KLOS’ Mark & Brian Show on drums and actor Chuck Norris’ nephew, Tyler Norris, a talented singer and guitarist.

Nicholas is currently attending college and has been invaluable as Rock & Roll Rehab’s live soundman for our shows at the Hayworth Theater and the Universal Bar & Grill. His and his brothers’ assistance with the sound equipment moving and setup has made the show possible.

Although he has put aside his own musical ambitions due to school, other obligations and interests, it is innate in him and hopefully sooner or later will be rediscovered as a source of enjoyment and fulfillment. After all, he isn’t getting any younger. Happy birthday, Nick.


The Lost Unknown Classics Of Rock And Roll

I recently attended a memorial service for Gary Gladstone, aka The Mix Doctor. At the memorial a tape played of Gary’s original songs. Although he had written a few in his lifetime, his song Paradise had about ten different versions recorded by various bands including The Tooners.

Hearing all the different versions of this song, which included a real nice piano instrumental, a hard rock power ballad, a pop version with a female vocal and even a Spanish language version, I couldn’t help but feel I was listening to a classic “hit” along the lines of The Beatles’ Yesterday. Paradise is a classic song despite it having been heard by only a chosen few.

That experience made me think of the other songs I’ve listened to throughout my life that have that same “classic hit” quality but have never been played on the radio (although The Tooners’ version of Paradise did get radio airplay in the 90s). There are not a lot but there are some others. What I’m referring to is the quality of a song, the melody and the lyric, that makes you think the first time you hear it, “why hasn’t someone written this melody and/or lyric before?” It sounds instantly familiar yet completely original.

When I was a kid I was in a supermarket when the radio over the PA system announced it was going to play the new Beatles’ record. I was a huge Beatles fan and this was the single off their new album, Abbey Road, their second to last record so I certainly would have been aware of having heard it before. I stood there listening as the radio played George Harrison’s Something. 

“I know this,” I said to myself knowing I hadn’t heard it before. It sounded instantly familiar. I even tried to “remember” how the middle part went and yelled out, “Yes, that’s it!” when I heard it for the first time. I didn’t think it sounded like another record, I just thought it was perfect, that was how it went and there was no other way this song could have been written or recorded. That’s the quality of which I am speaking.

Off the top of my head I can name two other songs with this same quality. One is Tim Piper’s Oh, Such A Night and another is Jerry Strull’s Master Of Disguise. I’d like to compile a list of these kinds of songs so please send me links to your favorites in the comments section.

Listen to Gary Gladstone's Paradise by The Tooners
Buy Paradise by The Tooners


Listen to Jerry Strull's Master Of Disguise


My Renaissance Pleasure Faire Displeasure

I recently heard a radio commercial for the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. The commercial said, “This is not your grandfather’s faire. We’ve gone from hippies to hip.”

F U Renaissance Faire! The Renaissance Pleasure Faire certainly isn’t what it once was which was fun, educational, romantic and an adventure. Now it’s a cheap outdoor mall selling crap without even the theatrical atmosphere it used to have.

I attended the very first Renaissance Pleasure Faire back in 1964 (your grandfather’s faire). My father was a school teacher and a fellow teacher put on the fair which was along the lines of a PTA carnival with cardboard facades, plywood booths and crepe paper costumes but with a Renaissance theme. As my generation grew older we took the Faire as our own and as we tended to do, with rock bands, fantasy books and eventually Star Wars and Sci Fi movies, we really got into it. We “hippies” looked pretty Medieval anyway with our long hair and beards and the ladies’ Earth Mama look of the late Sixties and early 70s and the Faire audiences’ custom costumes got extremely elaborate, imaginative and well made.

The last time I went to the Faire, which was a few years after they moved to the Santa Fe Damn Recreational Area and the last I will go to the Faire, gone from the Faire participants were the attempts to speak in character with a English accent and to stay in character. Unlike the Faire of old which was spread out in a forest among hills and streams in Malibu Canyon and  later in Agoura Hills, the new version is on a flat piece of land that surrounds a lake. However, the storefronts are lined up around the lake facing out with another ring facing in so you walk in a circle through this continuous “swap meet” with the lake mostly hidden from view.

Back in the early days of the Faire I met an artist and sculptor named Jim Rumph. We became friends and he eventually sculpted a piece for me that he was going to sell at his stand in the Faire. When he died tragically a few years later I took the piece to the faire hoping one of the other shop keepers would display it. I was shocked and saddened by the comments of the new Faire participants as they had nothing but complaints about the new management of the Faire, not the least of which was they were no longer allowed to camp at the site.

The parties of the Faire in the old days are legendary. The crews would camp in Arabian tents and Gypsy wagons on the fairgrounds during the week (the Faire is only open on the weekends) as many came from out of state and many actually traveled with the Faire in a Renaissance Pleasure Faire circuit which goes all over the country.

As I’ve said, I haven’t been for a while and by now they may have incorporated roller coasters and thrill rides. Is this what they mean by “hip”? Knott’s Berry Farm used to be an Old West theme and now you really have to look hard for the remnants of the old park among all the Six Flags style coasters. Charm and imagination are gone and adrenaline is what’s “hip”. 

All I know is that when my kids went to Knott's and the Renaissance Pleasure Faire after hearing me talk about them they just said, “What’s the big deal?” I had to agree. The big deal is now just a memory.