In this post only nine days ago, I briefly mentioned the Rolling Stones concert in San Francisco. One thing I remember from that show is a couple dancing together (very well), and when they finished, someone shouted out, "Let's hear it for couple number 14 from Milwaukee!" and everyone standing around applauded, whistled and laughed appreciatively.
I realized that a lot of Americans would not get that joke now. And it made me sad.
His name was Dick Clark, and we grew up with him. Now he is gone, along with his black counterpart, Don Cornelius. And with them passes a whole way of life, memorialized in musicals like Grease: young people dancing on live TV to the popular songs of the day.
Upon hearing of Clark's passing, my first thought was the 'tribute song' by Barry Manilow (a remake of Les Elgart's big-band original, with updated lyrics mentioning the show and Clark by name)-- which Clark liked so much he closed out American Bandstand with it from 1977 until the show's demise.
The song sums it up.
Bandstand Boogie - Barry Manilow
(He actually starts DANCING in the middle, and then continues singing. I very much doubt he smoked!)
We're goin hoppin
we're goin happin
Where things are poppin
The Philadelphia way
Were gonna drop in
On all the music they play
On the Bandstand
Bandstand, bandstand, bandstand
Hey! I'm makin my mark
Gee, this joint is jumpin
They made such a fuss
just to see us arrive
Hey, it's Mister Dick Clark
What a place you've got here!
Swell spot, the music's hot here
Best in the east,
Give it at least
A seventy five!
And as you know, lots of the songs were worth the whole hundred percent. :)
This list gives you a partial idea of the impact of American Bandstand on mass media and pop culture.
Goodbye Dick, and thanks for the jams.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Dick Clark 1929-2012
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Labels: 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, American Bandstand, baby boomers, Barry Manilow, big band, childhood, culture, Dick Clark, Don Cornelius, Les Elgart, media, music, nostalgia, obits, Rolling Stones, TV
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
How about we settle this once and for all?
Which version is best?
Please make your decision on the merits of the performances only, and not the fact that Lennon/McCartney wrote the song. The song was written FOR the Stones, so it doesn't have that trademark "sweet" sound of the early Beatles. I prefer the Stones version! (gasp)
Of course, both versions are great, but one slightly edges out the other. Keith sounds like he is channeling Robert Johnson or somebody like that, but plugged in. AWESOME GUITAR NOISE!!!!
~*~
Beatles - I wanna be your man
Rolling Stones - I wanna be your man
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Labels: 60s, Beatles, classic rock, Keith Richards, music, Rolling Stones
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Dead Air Church: Palm Sunday
In the liturgy for Palm Sunday, regular parishioners play the part of the mob, and well-dressed church-goers shout "Crucify him!" It's quite something to see and participate in. The theological lesson sinks in admirably, as intended: I crucified Him, and so did you.
And so, our countercultural equivalent for Dead Air Church: the Grateful Dead's New Speedway Boogie, their song about Altamont.
And it came to pass in 1969, that there was a free concert given by the Rolling Stones at Altamont Speedway on a cold December night, in which the Hells Angels were "hired" as security. (Note: This is fiercely debated, Sonny Barger claimed they were never technically hired in the conventional sense.) By the end of the evening, Meredith Hunter, an 18-year-old black man, would be murdered by "security." This event was captured in the concert documentary, Gimme Shelter, an amazing film.
The Dead were scheduled to play, and ultimately didn't. Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter wrote this song to all who would alternately minimize the event and avoid moral responsibility, as well as to those who would self-righteously judge and second-guess the survivors. It's an amazing song. I've quoted lines here and there numerous times on my blog, but this is the first time I've played the whole thing.
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will.
~*~
The relatively new version of this song I've chosen is by an Australian band known as Black Cab, recorded for their 2004 album, suitably titled Altamont Diary. This version gives the song the psychedelic gravitas it so richly deserves. And I really like this video, which puts events in a 60s/70s druggie context.
Black Cab - New Speedway Boogie
Don't forget to pick up your palm leaf before you leave, and have a great Holy Week.
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Labels: Altamont, Black Cab, Christianity, Dead Air Church, Gimme Shelter, Grateful Dead, Jerry Garcia, Meredith Hunter, movies, music, Palm Sunday, Robert Hunter, Rolling Stones, Sonny Barger, spirituality
