Saturday, June 2, 2018

Musical Chairs

(This post originally appeared on April 3, 2011. I've tweaked it a bit, and added pictures.)


Those of you who read my essay "American Blandstand" some years back might have gotten the impression that I'm much more of a hardass about music than I actually am. In that piece I sort of adopted a snobby attitude as a way of explaining Dick Clark's place in the scheme of things. But my own tastes in music are evolving all the time. In fact, if you look at the music section on my Blogger profile page, you'll see that I have artists as diverse as Janis Joplin and Bing Crosby. More so than literature or even movies, I'm constantly changing, and expanding, my mind on the subject of song.








This started early. I entered high school liking Barry Manilow, and exited a fan of Bruce Springsteen. Lo, these many decades later, how do I feel about those two? Well, I still like Bruce, though I'm nowhere near as fervent a fan I once was. And Barry? For a long while I had him filed under "What the Hell Was I Thinking?", but a few years ago decided that was too harsh. As befits the Digital Age, Manilow is now "Pending". Maybe if Bette takes him back...



One of the acts I kidded in the Dick Clark post was Captain and Tennille. Maybe I shouldn't have. I actually think Toni Tennile's voice was exceptionally suited for rock and roll.  Too bad it's not what she sang.



It was listening to an oldies station that got me thinking about music. First, I heard "Money" by Pink Floyd. This is a song that delighted me to no end whenever I heard it played growing up in the 1970s, not so much for if its trenchant critique of capitalism as because back then it was the only time you could hear an approximation of the word "bullshit" on the radio. About an hour after "Money", the same oldies station played "Stayin' Alive" by the Bee Gees.

"Money" and "Stayin' Alive"? Pink Floyd and the Bee Gees? On the same radio station?



You had to have been a teenager in the 1970s to appreciate the irony in that. Back then, you never heard those two bands played on the same station. The Bee Gees were disco. Pink Floyd was progressive rock. The Bee Gees were Top-40. Pink Floyd was AOR. The Bee Gees were sequined skin-tight suits, and platform shoes. Pink Floyd was T-shirts, and blue jeans. The Bee Gees lyrics were short and repetitive. Pink Floyd's lyrics were long, philosophical, and symbolic (with the occasional swear word thrown in.) The Bee Gees made you want to get up and dance. Pink Floyd made you want to sit down and have a toke.



Pink Floyd emerged from London's underground scene in the late 1960s playing a type of music that many associated with psychedelia, a drug-inspired genre that had emerged from San Fransisco's underground scene (a lot of burrowing going on.) Syd Barrett was the lead singer, lead guitarist, and chief songwriter in those years, and his whimsical lyrics were filled with fairy tale and outer space imagery. Floyd charted a few times, and then Barrett, reportedly driven mad by either LSD or the stress success brings on, dropped (or was kicked) out of the band. Within a few years, Barrett had dropped out of sight altogether. So far out of sight, he was routinely referred to in the music press as the "late Syd Barrett" decades before he actually died! In the meantime, the psychedelic rock of Pink Floyd had gone Progressive.



Progressive was an attempt to move rock closer to jazz, or, better yet, classical. Rather than the usual riffs and licks and hooks and lyric-chorus-lyric of traditional pop songs, progressive rock, sometimes called art rock, had intricate melodies, intricate instrumentation, and intricate (and sometimes inscrutable) lyrics. The average song was much longer, and often linked with other songs on "concept" albums to form an epic theme or story. So unsuited for Top-40 was progressive rock, a whole new radio format was created: AOR, short for Album Oriented Rock, which dominated FM for a time. Popular progressive bands included Yes, King Crimson, Jethro Tull, Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, and Genesis (back in the Peter Gabriel days.) But the biggest prog rock band of then all was Pink Floyd, and the biggest prog rock album of all time was Dark Side of the Moon (which contained the aforementioned "Money"), on the Billboard chart from 1973 until 1988!



The band had several more popular albums throughout the '70s, but the one that really sticks in my memory is The Wall . A concept album about alienation that featured backing vocals by, among others, Beach Boy Bruce Johnston (composer of Barry Manilow's "I Write the Songs") and Toni Tennille (hmm...I guess she did sing rock and roll, after all.) One song "Another Brick in the Wall (Part II)", which actually did make the Top 40, exploded upon my high school senior class' collective consciousness in the spring of 1980. The song's most identifiable trait was a chorus of British schoolchildren singing, "We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control." The children in my American high school were so captivated by this song, they forgot all about the hostage crises in Iran. Kids wrote the lyrics on blackboards. The song was played over the PA system. One day I walked into study hall and saw the following scrawled on a desk:

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WALL

THEN YOU LIKE DISCO

Ah, yes, disco. This brings us to the other group I heard on that oldies station, the Bee Gees. The three Gibb brothers didn't start out disco. Originally a Beatles-like pop/rock band, they first achieved international success in 1967 with "To Love Somebody", a song covered hundreds of times since. A string of hits followed, but by the mid-1970s they had begun to run out of steam. They decided to give disco a shot. Bullseye! They hit #1 with "Jive Talkin'". Another hit, this time at number #7, was "Nights on Broadway", which featured Barry Gibb singing falsetto for the first time. A year later they hit #1 again with "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing". But their biggest success was yet to come.



Disco had evolved from late '60s funk and soul. It was marked by simple lyrics, soaring vocals, and a 4/4 beat, sometimes called "four-on-the-floor". Synthesizers were also prominent. Nothing philosophical, or inscrutable, about it. It merely asked you to dance. The genre was gradually growing in popularity when Saturday Night Fever, starring John Travolta and featuring the music of the Bee Gees, premiered in late 1977. I can't think of any other movie during my lifetime that had as much of an impact on the overall culture as that one. Sure, Star Wars, which appeared earlier in the year, got a bigger box office, but that movie's impact outside of theaters seemed limited to toy stores. But thanks to Fever , and the Bee Gees three #1 hits, disco was everywhere! Radio, obviously. It helped revive Top 40, which had been flagging of late. It was also all over TV. There were disco specials, disco dance contests, even disco cartoons. It breathed new life, in the form of better ratings at least, into Dick Clark's American Bandstand, which had been facing cancellation. In addition to the music itself, a whole kind of style of clothing, mostly influenced by Fever, became popular. And, finally, actual discos, as in discotheques, the buildings where a DJ played a record and patrons danced, became more popular than ever. It looked like the craze would never end.



Yet, in the flicker of a strobe light, end it did. Why? Some blamed homophobia. The music had originally become popular in gay clubs. Once this became known, it didn't sit at all well with adolescent males, who put a premium on masculinity (never mind that many of these same masculine males had no problem rocking to a band named Queen.) However, with the notable exception of the Village People, most of the performers seemed to be straight. A good deal of them also seemed to be, well, in fact, were, black. Thus, some have blamed racism. However, disco followed the same pattern of almost every other musical form of the last 150 years: invented by blacks, taken over by whites. Thus you had the Swedish, and very Swedish-looking, ABBA. I've already mentioned the Bee Gees. Oh, wait. Barry, Robin, and Maurice had a brother, who performed solo. Only an albino could get much whiter than Andy Gibb.



Racism and homophobia may very well have taken its' toll on disco, but I suspect what really spoiled it for people, especially teenagers, who in that pre-digital era comprised the biggest segment of the record-buying public, was how quickly the music was adopted and co-opted by the some of the most hackneyed and/or over-the-hill figures in the land. Rick Dees ripped off Disney with "Disco Duck". Former pop idol-turned Polish goodwill ambassador Bobby Vinton came out with the "Disco Polka". 70-year old Ethel Merman put out an album of discoized show tunes. Plugging it on a talk show, she exclaimed, "You gotta keep up with the times!" A lot of people were trying to keep up with the times--with the intent of turning back the clock. I remember reading a silver-haired TV critic's review of a new disco show in which he gushed that the dancing was similar to the Big Band era of his youth. The Generation Gap was turned on its head. The elders wanted you to like this new music. Alice Cooper might have summed up the feelings of many teens when during a concert he said, "Right now your parents are at home doing this!", followed by a John Travolta-like pose.



 By the early 1980s, disco had become a term of derision, which it remains to this very day. Yet it may have been no more than a semantic fall from grace. Researching this essay, I've discovered that such recent styles as techno, trance, and house can be traced back to disco (don't ask me to tell you the difference between any of those styles. I'm now over-the-hill myself.)



So, now that I've given you some insight on Pink Floyd and the Bee Gees, and the styles of music they represent, how do I feel about them both being played on the same radio station? Well, as I'm basically liberal, I believe in inclusiveness. I welcome all forms of diversity. It's from you. It's from me. It's a worldwide symphony!

Except...

It's all right to like both Pink Floyd and the Bee Gees, Janis Joplin and Bing Crosby, Bruce Springsteen and, maybe in another ten years, Barry Manilow, once all those artists, whether still active or not, have basically been assigned their place in musical history. But can you like everything in the heat of the moment? Can you like everything and at the same time create whole new musical genres in the heat of the moment? No matter how mainstream or commercialized the two musical styles I've described eventually became, they both had their roots in the "underground". Undergrounds attract rebels. You don't rebel against that you like. Progressive rock grew out of the psychedelia of the counterculture. During that era, young people, at least the most outspoken of young people, rebelled against their elders for liking everything from the Vietnam War to ballroom dancing. Disco was first popular among blacks and gays, two groups who were counterculture before counterculture was cool, each retreating into their respective undergrounds for reasons of practicality and survival, rebelling against those who did not like them. I've left out punk rock so far, but that genre came about partially because, in a London Underground much changed from the one that existed ten years earlier, a young rebel named John Lydon, aka Johnny Rotten, loathed Pink Floyd as much as Pink Floyd fans loathed disco. People associate creativity with thinking outside the box, but the reason one wants to escape that box in the first place is because they don't like what's inside.



Then again, sometimes it's not so much the artists as their fans who do the rebelling. According to the many Elvis Presley biographies I've read (my mother was an avid fan, and passed the books along to me), he liked Dean Martin and singers of that ilk just as much he liked the blues coming out of Beale Street in the early 1950s. Yet his teenage fans, unaware of this and chafing under a sterile culture, saw Presley's music as a radical break with the past, and it became just that. Although Pink Floyd fans may have loathed disco, the members of Floyd themselves didn't necessarily share that sentiment. My ears were apparently too musically illiterate to recognize it at the time, but while researching this essay, I was surprised to discover that the radio version of "Another Brick in the Wall (Part II)" is a disco mix! Had my classmates, ears apparently as musically illiterate as my own, gotten wind of that, not only would they have burned every copy of The Wall they could find, but also Dark Side of the Moon, Meddle, Wish You Were Here, and Animals as well. But my classmates instead saw the song as a bulwark against disco, and we now have a hybrid for the ages.

You never know what you'll like above ground.

8 comments:

  1. I've always had very eclectic taste in music. Good music is good music, no matter the genre in which it's written. There are works of genius everywhere. And also a lot of crap. We music fans get the fun of sorting out one from the other!

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    1. You raise a good point, Debra. Maybe we focus too much on this or that musical genre when really what matters is what the musician does with the genre. Assuming that you think the Beatles were a great rock band, did the musical genre make the Beatles great, or was it the other way around? I'd say the latter.

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  2. Hi, Kirk!

    Forget Pink Floyd, good buddy. There is only one truly great act in all of music: Disco Tex & His Sex-O-Lettes. :)

    You touched on all the major talking points I would have included in a post on this subject. For most of my life, I struggled to identify, nail down, finalize once and for all, the style of music that I could honestly call "my music." Every time I thought I had it figured out, my taste changed and I became passionate about a completely different sound. The cycle repeated itself several times over the years. I was like a dog chasing its tail. Recently I came to accept the fact that I have eclectic, ever-changing taste in music and I made that okay.

    I derive satisfaction from knowing that my appreciation of various music styles has expanded to the point that I now love some of the artists I once loathed. For example if you had told me a few years ago that Disco would someday represent 75% or more of my music collection, I would have laughed in your face and said, "Yeah, and pigs can fly and Donald Trump's gonna be elected president." But, sure enough, a few years ago I caught Disco fever again, same as I did the first time around in the 70s. If you haven't yet seen it, I highly recommend the film The Last Days of Disco. It ranks as my second all time favorite movie right behind Ruby In Paradise, a small film that starred a young up-and-coming actress by the name of Ashley Judd.

    You are absolutely right about the reasons behind the downfall of Disco. It did not happen as a result of a giant asteroid striking earth. Rockers became fed up with the mainstream popularity and media saturation of a style of music they considered wimpy and "gay." I'm sure you remember "Disco Demolition Night" at Comiskey Park in Chicago when disco records were burned in a bonfire in center field and rioting broke out. The demise of Disco also came about because everybody and his brother (and grandmother) embraced the style and ruined it for young people. The last thing a young rebel wants is mother's seal of approval. Rick Dees, Ethel Merman, Bobby Vinton and Monti Rock III (Disco Tex) all made Disco very uncool. Before long New Wave, pop metal hair bands, electro funk, hip hop and rap became the hot new trends.

    I well remember the ubiquitous words and phrases from Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall" - the Brit school kids singing, "We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control" and the Scottish teacher shouting "If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding! How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?!" The discofied video was played often on the MTV style station where I worked in the 80s.

    Thanks for another great post and memories galore, good buddy Kirk!

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    1. Shady, I have not seen The Last Days of Disco but have watched several other movies by the same director, including Barcelona, which had several scenes set in a disco. I do plan to see that film, and can't explain why I haven't yet.

      I do remember the Disco Demolition Night, and was going to show a picture of that, but then I came across the VERY 1970s-looking young guy with the Disco Sucks T-shirt, and though that would sum up the prevailing attitude of the time even better.

      Shady, I think in retrospect, Saturday Night Fever was perhaps the worst thing that could have happened to disco. Minus that film, there would have been no media over-saturation nor the inevitable backlash. Disco would have been seen today as a legitimate form of rock rather than, strangely, its complete opposite. And there would be nothing controversial about inducting a disco act into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, as I believe was the case with Donna Summer a few years back.

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    2. Good point, Kirk. I agree.

      The Last Days of Disco is not what some might think given the title. Along with the expected sampling of disco hits in the soundtrack, is a very cool film that boasts witty, intellectual dialogue and two of my favorite dream girls, Chloë Sevigny and Kate Beckinsale, heading a great cast.

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    3. Oh, I'm not put off by that at all, Shady. I'm sure I'd enjoy the film.

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  3. Holy Moly....Captain and Tennille!!!!! I haven't heard that name in years...since I was but a wee one!

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    1. In that case, maddie, you might be too young to remember their TV show. Some of the dumbest comedy sketches ever (though hardly unmemorable--all these years later, the Bionic Watermelon is still with me) but Toni Tennille had a very vivacious personality, and it was fun watching her play off of hubby Daryl Dragon, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but on that show.

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