Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts

Saturday, March 19, 2011

When cars were still fun

The last few days have been lovely outside, at least for late winter in Michigan. The sudden surge of spring is probably what caused me to dig out some Beach Boys discs to spin while out on the road.

Anyone familiar with the Beach Boys knows that they really built their careers singer about cars, beaches and girls. In the early to mid 60's, they weren't the only ones to crank out mega-hits about automobiles. Groups like Jan and Dean and Ronnie and the Daytonas capitalized on the Beach Boys' success, making hits of their own like "Little Old Lady from Pasadena" and "Little GTO." Even the Beatles got in on the game with "Drive My Car." Of course, in the 50's, rock pioneers like Chuck Berry had already turned writing songs about cars and driving into something of an art with tunes like "No Particular Place To Go."

There's a tendency to blow off songs about cars as pure fluff. What meaning could we possibly assign to a song about drag racing or cruising around in a convertible? Perhaps more than you might think.

I used to believe that pop songs from the 50's and 60's like "Little Deuce Coupe" and "409" were nothing more than money grabs. When Lennon and McCartney wanted some cash, one of them would say to the other, "Okay, let's write us a swimming pool," and they'd go write their next mega-hit. Other artists of the day weren't much different and it's easy to imagine that they wrote songs about cars for one reason alone: money. People loved those songs and bought them by the millions.

The question that raises is why did people love those songs? Was it just that those songs were catchy? Not likely. It seems to me that those songs connected to people on a genuine emotional level.

40-50 years ago, cars still captured peoples' imaginations. Those were the day of $0.25 a gallon gas, Sunday drives, cruising, drive-in movies and diners and street racing. That was the era of the hot rod. The social life of a young person (fortunate enough to own or have access to one) revolved around his car, unlike kids today whose lives revolve around their cell phones and computers. Thus, to sing about cars and driving was to sing about life.

There are no songs about cars these days, at least not in the pop world. Sure, cars get mentioned in some pop and hip-hop songs, but the car and the driving are not the focus of the song. My theory is that because cars are no longer fun.

With gas at nearly $4.00 a gallon and growing movement to "go green," people see cars as either transportation from point A to B, some sort of necessary evil or status symbols. The affluent want to be seen in their opulent automobiles. White educated middle class folks seem to go for practical, meaning safe, fuel efficient, reliable...but not fun.

There seems to be guilt associated with vehicle ownership for Gen X'ers on down. If you drive too much, you're either destroying the planet or you're spending on gas and maintenance money with which you can't afford to part.

If there's any pleasure in driving, it comes from being in a nice looking ride. To some, cars are just huge gas-powered pieces of bling. Think of the favorite luxury item you own. You might love it. You might love displaying. You might beam with pride when you wear it. I'd put money on you not describing it as "fun." If anything, you might be uptight about it. "What if it gets stolen or broken? What would I do?" you probably think to yourself everytime you pull it out.

There's no going back at this point. Resources are only getting tighter. Gas will only get more expensive. Alternative fuel vehicles will never be the center of your social life. They'll never be fun, largely because no one wants them to be fun.

Here's to a by-gone era.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Football's back! But...

I'm having a hard time getting excited about it. Five years ago, I lived for college football, mostly for Michigan State football. I loved spending entire Saturdays -- or as much of those days as I could manage -- watching games from all over the country. The turning point for me came when MSU's coach was John L. Smith and his teams only managed four (4) wins a few seasons in a row. Some might say I jumped off the bandwagon. I never stopped loving MSU football, but when they bottomed out it was a wake-up call for me that there are more important (and entertaining) things in life than college football.

The last few years I've tried to carve out enough time each fall Saturday to watch the Spartans. I make no time for other games, even ones that would be great to watch. Family and other personal time is more fun when it's balanced with a little football, and vice versa.

Yesterday I watched the Spartans trounce lowly Montana State, 44-3, in the season opener in East Lansing. The game, quite frankly, was boring. When there is nothing at stake, it's simply harder to enjoy the game. I don't regret spending 3 hours and $25 to watch the game at a local watering hole, but I don't think I would have been heartbroken to have missed the game, either.

This fall I'm actually more excited about the Beatles remastered CDs than I am football. Surely that will wear off once I actually get my box set from amazon.com. For now, though, hearing that great music remixed and remastered is all I can think about (in terms of entertainment.) It's hard to focus on much else. Next week can't come soon enough.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Oasis at the Palace of Auburn Hills, December 13, 2008



Playing to a half empty (but enthusiastic) arena, Oasis was in typical form meaning big, loud, brash, bombastic. The set list was (in no particular order):

Rock n' Roll Star
Lyla
Shock of the Lightning
Cigarettes & Alcohol
Song Bird
Slide Away
Waiting for the Rapture
To Be Where There's Life
Morning Glory
Importance of Being Idle
Meaning of Soul
I'm Outta Time
Falling Down
Ain't Got Nothin' on Me
Wonderwall
Don't Look Back in Anger
The Masterplan
Champagne Supernova
I Am The Walrus

Oasis always puts on a good show. I've seen better from them, though. This was the weakest of the four Detroit area shows I've seen. Still, it was very good.

Liam was his usual strutting self. As I was side stage, I could see him repeatedly motioning to the sound crew something about his microphone (either the PA or monitors.) He joked with the crowd and the people behind me couldn't understand that he said a tamborine was too expensive to give away but he could take cash or credit card for it. Nevertheless, before the evening was over he tossed 2 tamborines and 1 microphone into the first few rows. Nice souvenirs.

Noel greeted the crowd several times. He joked that the keyboard player, Jay Darlington, was "the Shroud of Turin," a hysterical comment if you've ever seen Jay (a Jesus look-alike if there ever was one.) Some exuberant but possibly confused fan threw 1 shoe on the stage, which ended up being great fodder for Noel who asked the crowd to "own up" to being the owner of the other shoe. At the end of the show, he walked off stage with the shoe and handed it to a security guard.

The new drummer Chris Sharrock sounded great. He's a stick tosser and twirler, a little unusual for Oasis.

As a huge Oasis fan, this show was a tad sad for me because there were so many empty seats. Oasis's booking agent should be fired immediately for booking them in a 22,000 seat venue in Michigan in the middle of a recession (and with no local radio support for the new album.) The Palace is simply too big for an Oasis show here in Detroit.

The fellas have a dedicated following here in America, but it's miniscule compared to the United Kingdom. Oasis is nothing more nor less than a big guitar rock and roll band. Why they don't translate here well is beyond me. They might be the most misunderstood band of the last 30 years. You either get them or you don't. Unfortunately not too many in Detroit get what they're all about or they would have packed the place to the rafters.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Ringo goes barmy



Having heard the flap created over this video message to his fans, I have to say that Ringo's behavior seems more odd after having viewed it. There is no doubt that Ringo could have found a better way to express what he said. "Peace and love, peace and love..." seems all so insincere in this video.

Nevertheless, Ringo owes the fans nothing beyond what he has given over decades! George Harrison had a great quote in the Anthology about what it was like to be a Beatle: "They (the fans) gave their money and they gave their screams,but the Beatles gave their nervous systems. They used us as an excuse to go mad, the world did, and then blamed it on us."

When they were at the height of their popularity, the Beatles faced death threats, could go nowhere in public without being mobbed. A "diplomat" at the British Embassy in America once snipped off -- without permission -- a lock of Ringo's hair while at a party. George was punched in the face once because Pete Best was replaced by Ringo. Oddballs used to bring handicapped people backstage at Beatles shows, and were asked to touch them as if they had healing power (at least that's how the Beatles saw it.) Worst of all, John was shot to death and George almost stabbed to death by so-called "fans." They gave the world the best rock n' roll that ever has been or ever will be made. I don't think they owe us a thing more.

Ringo has probably tired of signing items for collectibles dealers/traders.

Cheers to Ringo. Go live your golden years as you see fit.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

The most important day in pop music history -- July 6, 1957

I was going to write my own stylized account of this most important event, which took place 51 years ago today. But, the story is quite familiar to most music fans.

At the Woolton Parish Church garden fete, a 16 year old beery-breathed John Lennon, fronting a little skiffle band called the Quarrymen -- mates from his school and neighborhood -- performed Be-Bop-A-Lula, Come and Go With Me and a few other numbers of the day to crowd that had no idea that it was seeing an historical moment. After the Quarrymen left the stage, a friend of John, Ivan Vaughn, introduced him to another local lad, 15 year old James Paul McCartney. Paul amazed John by showing him how to play Twenty Flight Rock. Within a few weeks, Paul was a member of the Quarrymen and George Harrison followed months later.

Had Ivan Vaughn not invited Paul to the garden fete and introduced him to John...

It just seemed wrong to let this day pass without mentioning this milestone occasion on its anniversary.