The Sixties – My 60s – My story.

My Sixties
The Spirit Lives
Not the sixties you’ve seen before.
This is the underground.
The real story.
Music, movement, philosophy.
A life lived through gigs, travel, friendships—and the edges of experience.
Part memoir, part autobiography, part raw collection of memories, this is a personal journey through a defining decade. Told through photographs, anecdotes, and reflections, it captures the spirit as it was lived—not as it’s been packaged since.
No Carnaby Street. No pop gloss.
Just the underground scene as I knew it.
From Kerouac to Zen, Kesey to Leary.
From IT and OZ to Dylan, Hendrix, and Pink Floyd.
From Hyde Park free festivals to Roy Harper and Abbey Road.
This is the sixties from the inside.

My 60s eBook : Goodwin, Opher: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

The Acid Rock Scene of 1966-1967 – An extract from Rock Routes – a book on Rock Music by Opher Goodwin

Everything you ever wanted to know about Rock Music –

The Acid Rock Scene of 1966-1967

By 1966 the Hippie sub-culture of Haight-Ashbury had become more than a minor cult. It had begun to attract in huge numbers of followers and grown into a thriving community with idealistic aspirations and a peaceful message that was both simple and revolutionary and about to engulf the whole globe with its message of ‘Peace and Love’. Its bands were Country Joe & the Fish, Jefferson Airplane, It’s a Beautiful Day, Big Brother and the Holding Company (with Janis Joplin), Quicksilver Messenger Service, Blue Cheer and the Grateful Dead. A similar scene, with a slightly harder vibe, had grown up in Los Angeles involving Captain Beefheart, Frank Zappa’s Mother’s of Invention, the Byrds, the Doors, Steppenwolf, and Love. While these scenes were largely autonomous there was a degree of interchange.

This came to be known as Acid Rock.

It was on the brink of exploding both on to the national charts and to rule the Underground Rock Scene.

The first thing you noticed about this style of music was the completely different sound created by the guitars. They soared, shrill with piercing energy. The second difference was in the lyrical content which was full of drug references, peace philosophy, politics and anti-war statements.

At the same time the British Underground was getting under way and the two scenes became intertwined, feeding off each other and vying to get further out. As the bands travelled, toured and intermingled they learnt from each other and despite their very different cultural and musical backgrounds began to get more and more closely aligned. They dug each other and were turned on by each other.

 

San Francisco

 

In San Francisco the top bands started getting recording contracts with the major record companies. The record companies had realised that there was a new scene to exploit and wanted in on the action. Unlike with earlier problems with groups like the Charlatans they began, mainly because nobody understood what to do with them, to be given a far greater freedom of expression in the studio. This enabled them to experiment and developed their sound even more. One of the first was Jefferson Airplane who featured Grace Slick on vocals. They played a Folksy Acid Rock on albums like Jefferson Airplane Takes Off, Surrealistic Pillow, After Bathing at Baxters, Crown of Creation, Bless its Little Pointed Head and Volunteers. Their double sided single ‘White Rabbit/Somebody to Love’ became massive. ‘White Rabbit’, with its Lewis Carrol allusions, was a classic LSD trip inspired song. The band reflected the current counter-culture philosophy and aligned itself fully with the culture it had emanated from. They performed at all major Haight-Ashbury events performing many free concerts in the Golden Gate Park. With their long hair, flowing multicoloured robes and ground-breaking light shows they set the scene.

Another big favourite was Country Joe and the Fish. They evolved out of the Instant Action Jug Band and were more overtly political right from the start with their ‘I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag’, ‘Tricky Dickie’, ‘Superbird’, ‘The bomb song’, ‘Who am I’ and ‘Untitled protest’. Their act was also infused with druggie songs such as ‘Grace’ (about Grace Slick), ‘Janis’ (Janis Joplin), ‘Bass Strings’, ‘Magoo’, ‘The Marijuana chant’ and ‘The Acid Commercial’. They released three groundbreaking albums – ‘Electric Music for the body and mind’, ‘I feel like I’m fixin’ to die’ and ‘Together’ before running out of steam.

Big Brother & the Holding Company were one of the earliest bands on the scene but were pushed into the background as Janis Joplin, the lead singer, was given more prominence. They made early recordings without her and later ones after she’d gone that showed that they were a lot more than a mere backing band. Yet it was the album ‘Cheap Thrills’ with its cartoon cover featuring Janis singing numbers like Big Mama Thornton’s ‘Ball and Chain’ and the incredible ‘Piece of my heart’ that was their apotheosis.  Janis went on to have a tragically short solo career recording ‘Dem ol’ Kosmic Blues Again Mama’ and hits with numbers like ‘Me and Bobby McGhee’.

The Grateful Dead were legends before their time. They actually blended R&B and Country in their early incarnations and started as Mother McCrees Uptown Jug Champions before morphing into the R&B Warlocks and meeting up with Kesey for the Acid Tests. They epitomised the San Francisco philosophy, living in a house on the Haight in what was a commune, consuming shit-loads of drugs and devising a stage act with the state of the art light show, long improvised numbers complete with Jerry Garcia’s oscillating feedback. They gathered a fanatical following but somehow failed to capture the complete magic of their stage act on record; their best being ‘The Grateful Dead’, ‘Live Dead’ and ‘Anthem of the Sun’.

Blue Cheer was a heavy unit named after a brand of LSD produced by Owsley. They were part of the heavy, psyched out power trio style that spawned Heavy Metal. Their extremely heavy version of Eddie Cochran’s ‘Summertime Blues’ was the highlight of their first album Vincebus Eruptum.

The Quicksilver Messenger Service produced long psychedelic improvised versions of R&B numbers like Bo Diddley’s ‘Mona’ and the wonderful ‘Who do you love’. Their apotheosis was the album ‘Happy Trails’. After that they suffered a number of drug busts and the band fell apart.

Moby Grape was created by Skip Spence who was the Jefferson Airplane’s original drummer and was launched on a major hype. They had a huge party complete with the handing out of gimmicks and decals to signal the release of their album and simultaneous release of all ten tracks as 5 singles. All five flopped and they suffered a loss of street cred from which they never recovered.

 

Los Angeles

 

The LA music scene was centred on the Sunset Strip with a number of small clubs like London Fog, Ciros and the Whiskey a Go Go. The alternative community would travel in from centres like Venice in order to sample the wares of these Acid Rock Bands.

One of the earliest bands on the scene were Captain Beefheart and His Magic and. The Captain – Don Van Vliet – had been to school with Frank Zappa. They’d formed a leather-jacketed R&B/Doo-Wop band in the late 1950s which had terrorised everyone and got nowhere.

He changed his name to Captain Beefheart (from a musical play he put together with Frank Zappa) put together the Magic Band and had a minor hit with Bo Diddley’s ‘Diddy Wah Diddy’ in 1965. Their early style was very Blues based but was also extremely original and his stage act at that time can be heard on the Mirrorman album which was released in 1969. Beefheart’s voice was said to be the most powerful in Rock with its huge range. The first album featured Ry Cooder on guitar and was called Safe as Milk. They followed up with Strictly Personal with its much debated psychedelic phasing and released the incredible Trout Mask Replica produced by Frank Zappa – probably the most innovative album of all time. Beefheart claimed that the music came out of the dessert and that none of the musicians could play and that he’d taught them from scratch so that they could play this new type of music. He claimed that experienced musicians could not be trained to play this way. All of the band were given new names – Zoot Horn Rollo, Rockette Morton, Drumbo, Winged Eel Fingerling, Mascara Snake and Antennae Jimmy Semens. Trout Mask Replica was the result of the band being isolated in a big house and practicing endlessly for hour after hour. Don was not weird. He only called in a tree surgeon because he was concerned that the music might be having a detrimental effect on the trees around the house who might get frightened of the loud music. He also claimed to have written all the songs on the double album in one day. When sarcastically asked why it had taken him so long he replied that he wrote them on the piano and he’d never played a piano before. The band was one of the most brilliant, weird and exciting live acts. The standard of brilliance lasted right through to 1980, despite Don’s reputation as being impossible to work with and a changing set of musicians. Don then went off to have a second career as an artist.

The Mothers of Invention were another early band and the brain-child of Frank Zappa. One of his early incarnations was a band he formed in 1964 called Soul Giants. He was always messing about with sound in his home-made studio but following a run-in with the Vice Squad over the manufacture of a sex tape that earned him three years of probation and furnished him with the Suzy Creamcheese idea. The Mothers, as they were originally called before the record company added the ‘Of Invention’ in order to avoid any suggestion of offensiveness, were an outrageous group of individuals who used theatre, satire, and strong political overtones flouting all conventions in the process. Uniquely their roots were not so much in R&B but a strange mixture of 1950s Doo-Wop, avante-garde experimental classical and sleazy Jazz. Their first two albums were ‘Freak-Out’ and ‘Absolutely Free’ and featured a variety of tracks such as ‘Who are the Bain Police?’ and the satirical ‘Brown Shoes don’t make it’. Their outstanding masterpiece was ‘We’re only in it for the money’ which was a gatefold take-off of Srgt Peppers featuring the band in drag. It sent up the whole hippie phenomenon with ‘Hey Punk’ and had numerous other highly original tracks along with a unique cut up presentation.

The Byrds started out based at Ciros on the Strip and broke nationally with their FolkRock electrical presentations of Dylan numbers in 1965. By 1966 they were entrenched in the counter-culture with a series of psychedelic albums like Fifth Dimension, Younger than Yesterday and Notorious Byrd Brothers and druggie singles like ‘8 miles high’. They were an important precursor to the whole West Coast sound as well as stimulating Dylan to turn electric. They then went on to unfortunately add Gram Parson’s to their line-up to pave the way for Country Rock putting an end to their psychedelic brilliance. The Notorious Byrd Brothers was their apotheosis.

Love formed in LA in 1965 out of a Garage Punk Band called Grass Roots and were the first of the new Acid Rock Bands to get themselves signed up to a major company – the highly rated Elektra. They were a strange mixture of aggressive Punk sound and light almost folksy melodies. They released four brilliant albums – Love, Da Capo, Forever Changes and Four Sail and achieved moderate commercial success. The song writing of Bryan Maclean and Arthur Lee created a range of incredible songs that ranged from punchy hard hitting to mellow and beautiful. Their album ‘Forever Changes’ is consistently voted one of the best of all time. They were torn apart by heroin addiction and Arthur went on to serve a long jail sentence for fire-arm offences.

The Doors were formed after a chance meeting between Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek on Venice beach in 1965. Jim was studying film at UCLA and Ray already had a band called Rick and the ravens. Ray was greatly impressed with Jim’s poetry and philosophy and they put the band together. The name – the Doors – was taken from Aldous Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception’ which in turn was borrowed from William Blake’s poem ‘The Marriage of Heaven & Hell’. Jim had this idea that you could break through this mirage of reality into a greater reality. He certainly tried his hardest to test the limits of his mind with acid, hash and alcohol.

Their music was a fusion of Jazz, Rock and Blues featuring Robbie Kreiger’s unique slide guitar sound while Manzarek not only did the swirly organ bits but also provided the intricate bass lines. Robbie Densmore was an extremely inventive drummer who provided a range of interesting rhythms, including Latin American. The result of marrying Jim’s poetry to this was an extremely varied style. They could produce driving Rock and heavy Blues as well as long extended psychedelic stuff all very listenable and commercially successful while containing an edge that kept them at the forefront of the counter-culture. They were extreme and dangerous if a little unpredictable.

They quickly gained a residency at the London Fog on the Sunset Strip and quickly moved on to take over the Whiskey A Go Go. They built up a strong following who were enthralled with their performances while driving the management bananas in fear of getting themselves closed down because of Jim’s use of expletives and extreme content and behaviour. Jim was often very stoned or drunk and tried to push things further ad further creating his Greek Adonis stage act to elongated freaked out Blues numbers and Jim’s poetic interpretations of his own epic stuff such as ‘The End’, ‘Break on through to the other side’ and ‘When the Music’s over’.

The lyrics Jim produced were extremely erotic and Jim’s stage act was often spellbinding. The band had a strong political sense that came through strongly on numbers like ‘Unknown Soldier’ and ‘Five to one’.

They became signed to the prestigious Elektra label and released a number of excellent albums and singles – ‘The Doors’, ‘Strange Days’, ‘Waiting for the sun’, ‘The Soft Parade’ and ‘Morrison Hotel’. Jim got himself charged with lewd behaviour and incitement to riot after seemingly exposing himself on stage. His subsequent death in Paris was shrouded in mystery. He is supposed to have died in the bath from alcohol or drugs or heart failure or even electrocution from an electric fire that was accidentally knocked into the water. We’ll never know because a doctor quickly filled out the death certificate without carrying out a post mortem and he was buried the next day before anyone actually saw the body. It sparked tales of Jim, having become disillusioned with the life of a Rock Star, engineering the whole thing and taking himself off to Africa in complete anonymity.

The Doors were probably the most successful of all the Acid Rock Bands.

Buffalo Springfield was also formed in Los Angeles in 1965 when Folk musicians Stephen Stills, Neil Young, and Ritchie Furay met up and decided to form a band. Legend has it that Stills and Furay were stuck in a traffic jam on an LA Freeway and saw Neil’s hearse up ahead and jumped out of their ca to run over to him and get him to join. Neil had come down from Canada to Los Angeles to find them but had been unable to make contact and had decided to head back to Canada. They took their name from the manufacturer of a steamroller that was working in the road outside where they were staying. Buffalo Springfield were launched on to the LA Scene. They were immediately successful and got signed up to release 3 albums before friction between Stills and Young broke them up. Their most successful songs were ‘For what it’s worth’, ‘Broken arrow’, Expecting to fly’, ‘Bluebird’, ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll woman’ and ‘Mr Soul’.

The death of Buffalo Springfield signalled the birth of Crosby, Stills and Nash. This happened when Stills got together with David Crosby from the Byrds and Graham Nash from the Hollies at John Sebastian’s house. They started jamming around and found that their harmonies really gelled. Graham had come across to the West Coast after getting fed up with the Hollies commercial trivia and leapt at the opportunity to get his teeth into something more substantial. This new ‘supergroup’ made its debut at the infamous Woodstock festival.

CSN had two sides; the first was acoustic and the second was electric. For the electric style they opted to bring Neil Young into the fold to form Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. They reflected the times with their ‘Wooden ships’ and version of Joni Mitchell’s ‘Woodstock’. With Neil Young they came up with strong songs like ‘Ohio’ and ‘Chicago’.

 

ArtistStand out tracks
Captain Beefheart & his Magic BandAbba Zabba

Grow Fins

Yellow brick road

Safe as milk

Electricity

Drop out boogie

Zig Zag wanderer

Ah feel like ahcid

Safe as milk

Trust us

On tomorrow

Gimme that harp boy

Moonlight on Vermont

Dachau Blues

Ella Guru

The blimp

Steal softly through snow

She’s too much for my mirror

Veteran’s day poppy

Hobo chang ba

Smithsonian Institute Blues

Jefferson AirplaneSomebody to love

White rabbit

Let’s get together

Plastic fantastic lover

She has funny cars

The ballad of you and me and Pooneil

Crown of creation

Lather

Triad

We can be together

Volunteers

Good shepherd

The son of Jesus

Blue CheerSummertime Blues

The hunter

Mothers of InventionHelp I’m a rock

What’s the ugliest part of your body

Who are the brain police

Brown shoes don’t make it

Call any vegetable

Concentration moon

Who are the brain police

You’re probably wondering why I’m here

Plastic people

Call any vegetable

The idiot bastard son

Let’s make the water turn black

Take your clothes off when you dance

Harry you’re a beast

The way I see it Barry

My guitar wants to kill your mama

Willie the pimp

Lonesome cowboy Burt

I’m the slime

Dinah-Moe Humm

Debra Kedabra

Muffin man

Sam with the showing flat top

Poofter’s Froth Wyoming plans ahead

Titties and beer

Cosmic debris

Don’t eat the yellow snow

Quicksilver Messenger ServiceMona

Who do you love

Happy trails

Buffalo SpringfieldFor What its worth

Mr Soul

Expecting to fly

Broken arrow

Rock ‘n’ Roll woman

Bluebird

Flying on the ground is wrong

Burned

Nowadays Clancy can’t even sing

Hung upside down

Rock ‘n’ Roll Woman

Expecting to fly

I am a child

Bluebird

DoorsLove me two times

Moonlight drive

The crystal ship

The end

Gloria

Back door man

Break on through (to the other side)

Soul kitchen

Strange days

You’re lost little girl

People are strange

Unhappy girl

When the music’s over

My eyes have seen you

Hello I love you

Love street

The unknown soldier

Not to touch the earth

Five to one

My wild love

Wild child

Wishful sinful

Shaman Blues

The soft parade

Maggie McGill

Peace Frog

Waiting for the sun

The changeling

Love her madly

Crawling kingsnake

Grateful DeadGoodmorning little school girl

Sitting on top of the world

Born cross-eyed

St Stephen

Cosmic Charlie

Dark star

The eleven

Uncle John’s band

Casey Jones

Sugar Magnolia

Truckin’

Box of rain

Playing in the band

Big Brother & the Holding CompanyPiece of my heart

Ball and chain

Down on me

Summertime

I need a man to love

Country Joe & the FishJanis

Grace

I Feel like I’m fixing to die rag

Who am I?

Magoo

Untitled protest

Not so sweet Martha Lorraine

Porpoise mouth

Superbird

Bass strings

Pat’s song

Colors for Susan

Susan

Rock & Soul music

Bright Suburban Mr & Mrs Clean Machine

Byrds8 miles high

I wasn’t born to follow

Dolphin smile

So you want to be a Rock ‘n’ Roll star

Chymes of freedom

All I really want to do

Mr Tambourine man

Turn Turn Turn

Lay down your weary tune

He was a friend of mine

5D (fifth dimension)

John Riley

Everybody’s been burned

My back pages

The girl with no name

Have you seen her face

Artificial energy

Triad

Tribal gathering

Goin’ back

Change is now

Dolphin’s smile

Space odyssey

Draft morning

Nothing was delivered

This wheel’s on fire

Deportee

Ballad of easy rider

It’s all over now baby blue

Lover of the bayou

Positively Fourth Street

LoveAlone again or

My little red book

Mushroom clouds

My flash on you

A message to pretty

Signed D.C.

7 and 7 is

Stephanie knows who

Orange skies

She comes in colours

Alone again or

A house is not a motel

Andmoreagain

Live and let live

The daily planet

Bummer in the summer

You set the scene

Singing cowboy

Crosby, Stills Nash & YoungWooden ships

Ohio

Teach your children well

Suite: Judy blue eyes

Chicago

Woodstock

Guinevere

Helplessly hoping

Long time gone

Carry on

Almost cut my hair

Helpless

Our house

Just a song before you go

The lee shore

4 + 20

Wasted on the way

Find the cost of freedom

Janis Joplin Kosmic Blues Band/Full Tilt Boogie BandKozmic blues

Try (just a little bit harder)

To love somebody

Mercedes Benz

Me and Bobby Mcghee

Cry baby

Everything you ever wanted to know about Rock Music!

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Coming SOON!!! – The revised version of Star.

I always thought this was a great book but it needed a good edit to give it that sparkle. I’ve got a new editor and it is so much tighter, punchier and fun!

I will be re-releasing the 2025 revised version shortly. Here’s the foreword:

Foreword

This book is Sex, Drugs and Rock ’n’ Roll writ large across the galaxy.

I started writing Star way back in the 1980s. I had this idea of writing about the sixties but putting it into the distant future and centring it on a massive underground rock star. I used Jimmy Hendrix as the model but added in slices of Dylan, Jim Morrison, Lennon, Bowie and others as the mood suited. I tentatively called it Intergalactic Rock Star.  Blending my two passions of rock music and sci-fi worked for me.

I took all the many backdrops of the 60s – the Vietnam War, civil rights, Martin Luther King, the Fugs, Phil Ochs, Yippies, Dylan’s motorbike accident, Black Panthers, Peace Park, Anti-War demos, free concerts, Albert Grossman, lynchings, IT and OZ, Chicago riots etc. and fictionalised it. I built in the big business, record labels and mafia pressures.

I had great fun creating characters, bands and futuristic concerts. Zargos Ecstasy was created as a name before ecstasy the drug caught on. I was a bit miffed! The Terminal Brain Grope sounded fun.

What came out was part futuristic sci-fi thriller, part fantasy and a lot of twisted sixties events. I loved it. It had a light, fun touch and pacey feel, but it never took off. I changed the title from Star Turn: Intergalactic Rock Star to Star Turn and then Star. I carried out a rewrite and re-release in 2020 but still no joy. I have a new editor and decided to revisit. This is the 2025 update with cheesy cover and new blurb.

Enjoy!

Meet Zargos Ecstasy and the Terminal Brain Grope. Intergalactic rock for the intergalactic revolution. Maybe this time.

Roy Harper – The Beginning

The Beginning

Back in the heady days of 1966/67 I was free. I did what I wanted. Reckless and like a sponge, absorbing everything. At seventeen/eighteen I was technically at school – although my head was elsewhere. I was thoroughly immersed in girls, Kerouac, music and the burgeoning underground scene. No time for studies. As a volatile idealistic young fool it seemed like there was a whole world to be discovered – literature, poetry, drama, art, politics, philosophy, spirituality, love and sex. Wow! Heady days! Talk about rapid development. My brain was firing electricity like nobody’s business. They could have connected me up to the grid. Days spent sitting around with mates, smoking and listening to music and talking madly as a stream of madness came pouring out. The world was flooding in and barely being processed before excitedly gushing out. My head was exploding.

School were none too pleased with my hair, beard and coloured clothes. Who cared? Drop out! I spent a lot of time at home.

Music was the medium. I devoured albums. I’d been nurtured on the Beatles and Stones, Dylan, Pretty Things, Yardbirds, Kinks and Who but I was discovering more obscure stuff by the minute. We excitedly shared out discoveries. Jackson C Frank, Woody Guthrie and Bert Jansch were never off my turntable.

At the age of sixteen, in 1965, I bought a motorbike and was mobile. At seventeen I bought a car and could turn up places warm and dry. And what places there were to go back then. Amazing gigs. Eel Pie Island, Middle Earth, the Marquis, Fishmongers Arms, Three Horseshoes, Bunjis and the Toby Jug. There were a host of people to see. In 67 Pink Floyd was creating mesmerising madness at Middle Earth, Hendrix and Cream were playing clubs, the old Blues guys were touring (I got to see Son House, Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters, Bukka White, Skip James and loads more). There were free gigs in Hyde Park. Edgar Broughton was ousting demons Arthur Brown Had a weird thing going with the god of hellfire. The Incredible String Band had no difficulty being incredible.

The West Coast bands were taking off – Frank Zappa, Country Joe and the Fish, Doors and Captain Beefheart. Free, Traffic, Jethro Tull and the Bonzos were playing most nights. We bounced about to Fleetwood Mac. We bopped to John Mayall. Every night they were available and the entrance fee was between 10p and 25p. 25p for Pink Floyd and Blossom Toes at Eel Pie Island! Just imagine. I later paid 25p to see Led Zep at the Toby Jug. I was skint but I could afford it.

We had one long endless party. The camaraderie between us long hair beatnik freaks was amazing. Everywhere you went it was joints and new friends. Grok? We shared a philosophy. It was decidedly anti-establishment and ridiculously idealistic, but it was magical. We had our own separate society based around sharing.

In among all the endless mayhem of gigs, parties, girls and friends I discovered this little basement club on Greek Street in the midst of all the night-time strip clubs and cafes, called Les Cousins. It was like a little refuge, a family, a dark dingy basement in which a bunch of hairy guys and colourful girls sat and concentrated, rapt and serious, entranced by the new sounds and poetry of the acoustic scene dubbed contemporary folk. Not sure where that came from. These were a bunch of new incredible songwriters who happened to play acoustically and usually about contemporary issues, topical dramas, real life. Just my thing – serious, deep, extraordinary, brilliant. I spent many a night there basking in the likes of John Martyn, Al Stewart and Jackson C Frank. Magical days. I wish I’d kept my membership card!

One night I rolled up, parked my motorbike on the pavement, bounced down the stairs into the fetid cellar and got a seat at a table near the front. I’d come for Bert Jansch and John Renbourn – two of my favourites. Sandwiched in between them was this manic guy with long blond hair a moustache and acoustic guitar. He giggled a lot and spouted whatever came into his head. I can’t remember what but it all hit me like a hail of bullets. He was mirroring my thoughts. He sang three songs. One was Goldfish and I think another was Blackpool. He blew me away. The guitarwork, the poetry but most of all that mind! That was it – short and sweet!

I’d discovered Roy Harper!

Blues Run the Game: The Strange Tale of Jackson C Frank 

It seems that there is going to be a documentary about the fabulous Jackson C Frank entitled: Blues Run the Game: The Strange Tale of Jackson C Frank. I can’t wait. I’ve been a huge fan ever since I heard his debut and sadly, his only album in 1965. Jackson was a good friend of Roy Harper’s back then and Roy wrote the song ‘My Friend’ for him.

I was fortunate enough to see Jackson play and have a chat with him. I wrote about it in the piece I published a number of years back.

I can’t wait to see the documentary!

Jackson C Frank at a small club on Ilford High Street in 1969

 

Jackson C Frank at a small club on Ilford High Street in 1969

Jackson C frank was a major singer-songwriter from the sixties though not too many people would know that. He was a regular at Les Cousin,  partnered Sandy Denny and persuaded her to give up her job and sing full time, was a close friend of Roy Harper (who wrote the song My Friend for him) and was a great influence on all those songwriters of that era. His first album, recorded in 1965, being groundbreaking. A beautiful, melodic album of well-crafted introspective songs that are haunting.

The Contemporary Folk scene had taken off in a big way in England. Donovan had popularised it and Dylan’s success had made acoustic music a viable commercial exercise but the whole scene had blossomed underground with the likes of Davy Graham, Bert Jansch and John Renbourn. It had different roots to that of Greenwich Village in America, although there was a lot of overlap.

I stumbled across this folk phenomenon via a number of sources. When I was fourteen I had been introduced to Woody Guthrie and Big Bill Broonzy by a girlfriend of mine. Then Donovan had started playing on Ready Steady Go. It seemed to fit together. Donovan at the time put the same sign on his guitar that he’d stolen from Woody – ‘This machine kills fascists’. I liked that.

Then Robert Ede and Neil Furby played a part in my education. They were two school-mates. Neil nicked one of my girlfriends but he introduced me to Bert Jansch and John Rebourn, so I suppose that was a fair exchange. Bob had bought the Jackson album the day it came out (he was way ahead of the game) and lent it to me. I loved it. I was hooked right from that first hearing. It was perfect – the voice, guitar, melodies and lyrics all gelled for me. I immediately went out and bought my own copy.

So contemporary Folk Music became a big part of my life.

The final culmination of that time was to discover Roy Harper in Les Cousins with his first album. That blew them all away. But that’s another story.

Back in those halcyon days of the mid-sixties, 1965-66, prior to the advent of Roy, I spent a lot of time in my room with my old dansette record player, playing those first albums by Bert and John. I just loved the passion, integrity and guitar. But the album I played most was Jackson’s. Those songs were absorbed into my being. I knew them inside out.

For over three years I enjoyed that album. When I went to college I met up with Pete and we roomed together for two years. It was a delight to discover that he not only also adored Jackson but could play all his songs. Pete was an outstanding guitarist.

Most of the time in London I never saw Jackson advertised anywhere though he did play the folk scene and was a regular at Les Cousins where I went quite often. I looked out for him without success. But there was so much going on in the Folk and Rock scene that it was not foremost in my mind.

Then in 1969 Pete and I discovered Jackson billed at the Angel in Ilford High Street. The Angel was a pub with a room above it for small music events.

We arrived early. It was set out with a number of round tables with chairs around them. We purloined a table at the front. There were only about thirty people in the Audience. Jackson was quiet and softly spoken, very laid back. He played his songs faultlessly. They were all the songs from that album with nothing new. We clapped each rendition madly. It was brilliant to see him in the flesh. His playing was faultless. His personality shone and those songs were sparkling diamonds.

I would have loved to have heard some other new songs as well though. We were hungry for more of these extraordinary compositions. It was not to be.

After the concert everybody else left but we stayed behind and chatted.  Jackson was very friendly and appreciative. He told us that there was no fabled second album or live performance. He said he had not written any other songs but that turned out not to be quite true. The song Golden Mirror, which has just been discovered from a TV programme, is from that period. I do not think he had the confidence in his new material.

Jackson left Pete and I with the sense of a really warm and shy character who was very approachable. We both thought he was a genius.

The next week he was supposed to have turned up for a guest appearance (the only guest – an honoured spot) at Roy Harper’s fabled St Pancras Town Hall gig. He never showed up. I asked the guy he had been with in Ilford, who did turn up to the Roy gig. He informed that Jackson would have come but he was unwell.

I never saw him advertised again. He seemed to evaporate into the night.

I spoke to Roy about it much later and he sadly shook his head and told me he had not seen him again either.

It was only long afterwards when the CD, with those later recordings, came out in the 1990s that I became aware of his tragic fate.

I remember Jackson fondly. He was a sweet, pleasant man, full of emotion and compassion. He wrote songs and music that were so touching and beautiful that they still haunt me.

I think he suffered. He was too kind and vulnerable. Fears robbed him of his potential. The terrible memories of that High School fire in which he was burnt and his girlfriend and fourteen others died, haunted him. It created a mental anguish that he never recovered from. Nobody deserved to suffer the way he did. He was a genius who impacted on the music and songwriting of so many others – including Roy, Sandy, Bert, John and the Fairports. He should have been lauded to the rafters. Instead he is largely forgotten.

I’ll never forget that night in Ilford. That might have been his last gig.

Another Dollop of Rock Routes – The Greenwich Village Folk Scene

I thought I’d try and entice you to take a punt on this excellent, definitive oversight of the story of Rock Music – interesting, informative and fun to read. It’s different to other stuffy stuff. I lived it!

How about giving it a go? There’s another extract below.

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Extract:

The Greenwich Village Folk Scene

By the end of the 1950s the fire had gone out of the US Rock Scene and many young musicians were heading into Folk Music which had developed a great deal of vitality. The Folkies had a traditionally based social Commitment and that tended to attract the more intellectually inclined and these included some of the remnants of Jack Kerouac’s Beat Generation. The Beatnik’s brought poetry.

In the 1950s the hero of the Folk Scene was still Woody Guthrie but he was dieing of Huntingdon’s Chorea and was laid up in the Memorial Hospital in New York. Woody was closely attended by his close followers, people like Pete Seeger, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Peter La Farge, Will Geer, Cisco Houston and his son Arlo Guthrie, who had based themselves in New York. Their presence in the area gave an impetus to the New York Folk Movement. The Folk Scene was focussed around the same clubs in Greenwich Village which had been the centre of the Beat Generation’ poetry readings. It became the most important in the States. Regular Folkies on the scene included Joan Baez, Dave Van Ronk, Arlo Guthrie, Danny Kalb, Tom Paxton, Bobby Neuwirth, Caroline Hester, Richard Farina, Odetta, Peter, Paul & Mary, Phil Ochs, Len Chandler and Lord Buckley. They were joined by a number of Blues and Folkblues artists who were finding acceptance with this new white audience. These included John Lee Hooker, Son House, Jesse Fuller, Sonny Terry & Brownie Mcghee and Big Joe Williams.

The radical politics of the Folk Movement had been deemed UnAmerican in the early 1950s. In the land of the free you had to think the same as everyone else. Dissent was UnAmerican. This was the era of the McCarthy purges of Communism. You were free to do as you were told. This led to such harmless individuals as Pete Seeger and the Weavers being banned and blacklisted. Their Union support was considered a communist conspiracy. They were unable to perform or appear on radio and TV. This had, of course, led to even more radicalism and the Coffee Bars and Folk Clubs became a hive of political and social exchange. Inevitably the Folk Movement became aligned with the anti-war and civil rights movements. Even so the scene was still very conservative. Performers spent their time singing traditional Folk or rehashing Woody Guthrie songs from the 1940s and 1950s.

By the 1960s the whole scene had split into two distinct camps. The more liberal performers were trying to create an adventurous contemporary style and the traditionalists were trying to keep it firmly fixed in the past. The Greenwich area of New York had become a thriving mass of small clubs and coffee bars including – Gerdes Folk City on 4th Street, The Café Wha?, the Gaslight and the Bitter End. It was an unlikely place for the re-stimulation of Rock music but that’s what it turned out to be.

In the early 1960s the Folkies began to break into the Popular charts and become commercial propositions with Joan Baez and Peter Paul and Mary setting the pace. At this time they were largely still recording the traditional Folk Songs as there were few writers around producing new quality material. This was to change with a vengeance when Bob Dylan arrived and began writing his own songs. He began writing songs about social injustice, equality, anti-war that became known as Protest songs. They astounded everyone and pushed Dylan to the forefront of attention and popularity. When these songs received chart success and brought Folk Music to the notice of a wider audience they generated such an interest that the talent scouts were suddenly scouring the coffee clubs and signing everyone up.

They found a number of talented individuals. Apart from the established old crew headed up by Joan Baez and the Woody Guthrie acolytes of Ramblin’ Jack Elliott and Tom Paxton there were a host of others. These included Phil Ochs, Peter La Farge, Arlo Guthrie, Spider Koerner, Mark Spoeltra, Danny Kalb, David Blue, Dave Van Ronk, Buffy St Maria, Odetta, Caroline Hester and Richard and Mimi Farina. Richard Farina was tragically killed in a motorbike accident on the day he was celebrating the publishing of his first book. Of the others Phil Ochs was the stand out. His political stance was most extreme and he pushed Dylan closest in the realm of protest song. He wrote a large number of brilliant songs but failed to break through into mass recognition in the way Dylan had.

The British invasion had already taken place and there was a big move by lots of young musicians back into Rock Music. All over America garage bands were springing up copying the British R&B style. Meanwhile Dylan was setting new standards in song writing by producing lyrics that were poetic and meaningful in a way that had not happened before. His popularity meant that the Rock scene was exposed to his songs and Dylan’s song writing began to influence song writing in Rock music. This suddenly took off when the Animals recorded ‘House of the Rising Sun’ (not a Dylan song but a traditional Folk song but one that had been covered by Dylan) and Manfred Mann and the Byrds started covering Dylan’s songs and giving them a Rock format. It was the birth of Folk-Rock. This disgusted the more conservative Folkies but it galvanised Dylan himself. He reached back to his early Rock roots and went electric creating a level of fury in many of his contemporary singer/songwriters and alienating a good proportion of his audience. Dylan didn’t seem to care. He had developed into a snarling James Dean who spat words like bullets at his critics. ‘Play fucking loud!’ he snarled. He had created a new level of consciousness in his writing and now his creative energy was being poured into Rock. He left behind, to the dismay of many of his supporters, the equality, civil rights and politics and created a whole new stream of consciousness poetry and ‘Mercury sound’ Rock that fostered some of his best enigmatic masterpieces.

Dylan was a fulcrum point around which the Rock Scene was to turn. The social and political awareness that he had almost single-handedly brought into being (and now just as quickly abandoned) was to create a whole new phase in Youth Culture. It spawned the West Coast and British Underground counter-culture of the late 1960s.

There are many questions that abound. Did Dylan create the times or did the times create Dylan? Did Dylan merely use, magnify and reflect what was around him or did he give it the importance that it had never previously had? In other words was Dylan an opportunist, just a ‘Song and dance man’ as he claimed or a real passionate social engineer. He remains an enigma.

In any case the 1960s were shaped by Dylan and his genius, whether contrived or innate, was there at the right time in the right place precisely when it was needed. It matters not if he was a cynical bastard who exploited the opportunity or a deeply motivated idealist. We have the songs. We have the passion and idealism it generated in us. It changed Rock Music and it changed the world whether he wanted to or not.

The way he articulated the issues, the poetry and anger that was encapsulated in his songs was expressed in a way that no one had ever done before or has managed to do since.

Rock music absorbed it and it is evident in the song writing of the Beatles, Stones, Hendrix, and the work of hundreds of singer/songwriters and countless West Coast and British Underground bands. His influence transformed music and song writing.

The media called him the voice and conscience of a generation. Dylan seemed horrified. He could not bear the weight of it and deliberately sabotaged his own image and songs. By the late sixties we were wondering, when Nashville Skyline came out, whether he’d suffered brain damage in his motor-cycle accident or even if this twerp producing country ditties was the real Dylan at all and not some impostor put in there by the record company. There was no comparison between the wild-haired, dark glassed snarling trend-setter of the mid 60s and the conservative, sheepish, boring wet of the late 1960s. I guess he felt he had to undermine the gravity of his own image in order to survive the pressure. What a shame.

Rock music had been raised out of the Teen image into something more complex and meaningful. It dealt with real issues, politics and social change in an adult way. It was worth of literary examination and musical interpretation. It could be studied in universities. It had worth. Not only that but it forced the establishment to take notice because it had gravitas. It was not just trite ‘boy meets girl’ love songs to primitive rhythms, there was a social message that was causing ferment in young minds, there was genuine poetry and complex sophisticated musicianship.

Rock music had matured into a force to be reckoned with. The vitality and passion was allied to a Youth Culture that was shockingly active. ‘Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command’ Dylan had sung. Here it was in action. For the first time the political and social values of the entrenched conservative older generation came in for some heavy confrontation. Rebellion was in the air.

ArtistStand out tracks
Bob DylanTo Ramona Chimes of freedom Song to Woody Let me die in my footsteps Masters of war Blowin’ in the wind Don’t think twice it’s alright Talkin’ John Birch Society Blues The death of Emmett Till The ballad of Hollis Brown A hard rain’s gonna fall Oxford town With God on our side Only a pawn in their game When the ship comes in One too many mornings Boots of Spanish leather All I really want to do It ain’t me babe Lay down your weary tune
Phil OchsI ain’t marching anymore Too many martyrs Power & the glory Bound for glory Knock on the door Links on the chain Here’s to the State of Mississippi Days of decision Draft dodger rag That was the president The men behind the guns There but for fortune What are you fighting for? Is there anybody here? Changes Love me I’m a liberal Cops of the world When I’m gone
Buffy St MarieUniversal soldier Now that the Buffaloes gone My country tis of thee
Joan BaezAll my trials Silver dagger Plaisir d’amour It ain’t me babe I still miss someone Farewell Angelina A hard rain’s gonna fall Daddy you been on my mind There but for fortune Love is just a four letter word Diamonds and rust
Dave Van RonkDuncan & Brady Hesitation blues Dink’s song He was a friend of mine Fixin’ to die Stealin’ Rocks and gravel House of the rising sun
Peter La FargeAs long as the grass shall grow Ira Hayes
Koerner, Ray & GloverOne kind of favour Black betty
Richard & Mimi FarinaPack up your sorrows Celebration for a grey day House un-American Blues activity dream Hard lovin’ loser Sell out agitation waltz Reflections in a crystal wind
Tom RushDuncan & Brady I don’t want your millions mister More pretty girls than one
Tom PaxtonA thousand years Train for Auschwitz The last thing on my mind What did you learn in school today Ramblin’ boy Buy a gun for your son Goodman, Schwerner & Chaney
Mark SpoelstraFive & twenty questions
Ramblin’ Jack ElliottThis land is your land The cuckoo Railroad Bill
David BlueTalking socialised anti-undertaker blues
OdettaMake me a pallet on the floor Empty pocket blues
Peter Paul & MaryBlowin’ in the wind Don’t think twice it’s alright Early morning rain Where have all the flowers gone
Carolyn HesterHouse of the rising sun She moves through the fair
Eric AndersenThirsty boots

Zargos Ecstasy – Star – A Sci-fi novel

It’s the sixties – the three thousand one hundred and sixties. The Federation is in conflict with the Confederation. The Troman war rages.

The Federation is being run by an authoritarian regime. It’s down to the Rock Musicians to head the opposition. Nobody exemplifies the voice of discontent more than Zargos Ecstasy. He not only struts the stage but also puts in words the thoughts of billions of young people.

When I was transforming the 1960s dissent into an SF novel I created this character. Based a little on Mick Jagger, with the poetic protest of Dylan and the voluminous persona of Hendrix, I wanted someone big enough to spearhead the youth revolution.

It’s all here – the civil rights, the anti-war, the social politics. On top of that we have the intrigue. I was looking at what happened to the likes of Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan. Were they bought off, murdered or replaced?? Were the government or mafia involved.

Rock Music is big business. By the time we are into the intergalactic gigs of 3167 we are dealing with mega bucks.

If you are familiar with the 1960s you will recognise a lot of this. I’ve transformed it into the distant future and given it a futuristic vibe but the essence is the same.

What happened to Zargos Ecstasy, the voice of a generation?

Available in paperback and digital:

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The Real Story of The Complete Unknown – Bob Dylan

Interesting to see that the film The Complete Unknown covers the same ground as my two books on Dylan (except, of course, my books tell the real story).

Bob Dylan 1962 to 1970 On Track Extract

   His act involved Chaplin-esque routines, carefully orchestrated ploys, tuning and fiddling with his guitar and harmonica, all with casual glances and asides, designed to draw the audience in. From the very start, it was apparent that Bob, despite his shyness and boyish looks, possessed a great stage presence. Not only that, but he was already beginning to write his own material and what songs they were!

   There were a large number of factors that fed into this burgeoning songwriting. The exposure to a wide range of music – being able to watch, at close hand, experienced musicians applying their stage skills (most of whom recognised his talent and encouraged him), the befriending of Dave Van Ronk, who carried huge clout, and his love affair with Suze Rotolo. This young Dylan was avidly listening to a range of music, reading poetry and literature, ransacking the libraries and record collections of all and sundry.

   Suze was hugely instrumental in the development of his social sensitivities and outlook. She came from a dyed-in-the-wool communist family and already, as a young girl, had been involved in the civil rights movement.

   The early sixties were the time of civil rights, the bomb, the cold war and the beginnings of the war in Vietnam. This was the McCarthy era with its hounding of communists and unAmerican activities. The Beat generation had instigated dissent and now the folk scene, mainly due to Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger, was the seat of left-wing social change, a movement that was going to blossom and shape the whole sixties underground movement. Suze was steeped in it. Bob absorbed it so that it permeated much of his writing.

   Between 1961 and 1963, prompted by Suze and the folk scene in general, Dylan wrote many of his most famous socially motivated songs, songs that laid the groundwork for the sixties philosophy. His wordmanship was constantly developing and reaching new heights. Unfortunately, it saddled Dylan with being the voice of a generation, an epithet loaded on him by the media that not only irritated him no end but one which heaped tension on his shoulders.

   With his manager – the great behemoth Albert Grossman, a recording contract with Colombia Records, his adoption by Joan Baez and promotion through Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan set off on a meteoric trajectory to become a massive international star and in so doing, boosted folk music and poetic songwriting into another sphere. Inevitably, the result of such fame brought adulation, crowds of screaming fans, hangers-on and a need for safety and security that locked Bob into a bubble, away from his freewheelin’ days around Greenwich Village.

   After the breakdown of his relationship with Suze, maybe in response to being saddled with the limiting description of being a ‘protest’ singer, Bob moved away from writing songs of social import into writing songs of a more introspective nature influenced by the French symbolist poets Rimbaud, Baudelaire and Verlaine. Later, Dylan fell under the spell of the Beat poets, principally Allen Ginsberg, and began writing more complex surreal landscapes.

   The ‘folk period’ had produced a fine debut album followed by three classic acoustic albums. Ironically, even as his fame peaked he was tiring of the limitations of his acoustic songs, feeling staid and dissatisfied. He felt everything was predictable and was on the verge of completely abandoning his career: ‘I guess I was going to quit singing. I was drained. I was playing a lot of songs I did not want to play.’ ‘I was getting very bored with that.’ ‘It’s very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don’t dig you.’

   In 1964, The Beatles broke big in the USA and then the likes of The Byrds and Manfred Mann took rock ‘n’ roll versions of his songs into the charts. The Animals took the traditional ‘House of the Rising Sun’ to number one. It sparked something in Bob and rekindled his love of rock. He, with the help of the Paul Butterfield Blues Band and then The Hawks, later to become The Band, turned electric.

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In Search of Captain Beefheart – A Rock Memoir – available in Hardcover/Paperback/Kindle

I really enjoyed writing this book. It charts a journey that started for me at the age of ten – my love of rock music. I bought my first singles at the age of ten – Buddy Holly and Adam Faith. I bought my first album at the age of eleven – The Shadows Greatest Hits. I saw my first live band at the age of fourteen – the (British) Birds. Them were my second live band. I never looked back. Hooked on the excitement. I was addicted.

In the late sixties I was immersed in the sixties underground scene and saw everyone – from Roy Harper to Hendrix and Cream. I used to see Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin and Free in pubs, Jackson C Frank, Al Stewart and John Martyn at Les Cousins and was invited to Abbey Road studios for Roy Harper’s fabulous recording sessions. Meeting and talking to major rock stars behind the scenes and purchasing twelve thousand vinyl albums seemed like paradise. I saw a lot of the old blues guys, the folk guys and all the major bands. Life rocked.

This book is my attempt to capture it in words.

It’s probably my most successful book. You might find it entertaining!

Preface

Jack White launched into the searing riff that was the intro to ‘Death Letter Blues’. It shot me straight back to 1968 and the thrill of seeing and hearing Son House. Son’s national steel guitar was more ragged than Jack White’s crystal clear electric chords, and nowhere near as loud, but the chords rang true and the energy and passion were exactly the same.

Meg pounded the drums and the crowd surged forward.

It was Bridlington Spa in 2004. White Stripes were the hottest thing on the planet. The place was packed and the atmosphere electric. I was right near the front – the only place to be at any gig – the place where the intensity was magnified.

It was a huge crowd and they were crazy tonight. I could see the young kids piling into the mosh-pit and shoving – excited groups of kids deliberately surging like riot cops in a wedge driving into the crowd and sending them reeling so that they tumbled and spilled. For the first time I started getting concerned. The tightly packed kids in the mosh-pit were roaring and bouncing up and down and kept being propelled first one way and then another as the forces echoed and magnified through the mass of people. At the front the crush was intense and everyone was careering about madly. My feet were off the ground as we were sent hurtling around. I had visions of someone getting crushed, visions of someone falling and getting trampled. Worst of all – it could be me!

For the first time in forty odd years of gigs I bailed out. I ruefully headed for the balcony and a clear view of the performance. I didn’t want a clear view I wanted to be in the thick of the action. It got me wondering – was I getting to old for this lark? My old man had only been a couple of years older than me when he’d died. Perhaps Rock Music was for the young and I should be at home listening to opera or Brahms with an occasional dash of Wagner to add the spice. I had become an old git. Then I thought – FUCK IT!!! Jack White was fucking good! Fuck Brahms – This was Rock ‘n’ Roll. You’re never too old to Rock! And Rock was far from dead!

The search goes on!!

We haven’t got a clue what we’re looking for but we sure as hell know when we’ve found it.

Rock music has not been the backdrop to my entire adult life; it’s been much more than that. It has permeated my life, informed it and directed its course.

From when I was a small boy I found myself enthralled. I was grabbed by that excitement. I wanted more. I was hunting for the best Rock jag in the world! – The hit that would send the heart into thunder and melt the mind into ecstasy.

I was hunting for Beefheart, Harper, House, Zimmerman and Guthrie plus a host of others even though I hadn’t heard of them yet.

I found them and I’m still discovering them. I’m sixty four and looking for more!

Forget your faith, hope and charity – give me Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll and the greatest of these is Rock ‘n’ Roll!

I was a kid in the Thames Delta, with pet crow called Joey, 2000 pet mice (unnamed), a couple of snakes, a mammoth tusk, a track bike with a fixed wheel, a friend called Mutt who liked blowing up things, a friend called Billy who kept a big flask of pee in the hopes of making ammonia, and a lot of scabs on my knees.

My search for the heart of Rock began in 1959 and I had no idea what I was looking for when I started on this quest. Indeed I did not know I had embarked on a search for anything. I was just excited by a new world that opened up to me; the world of Rock Music. My friend Clive Hansell also had no idea what he was initiating when he introduced me to the sounds he was listening to. Clive was a few years older than me. He liked girls and he liked Popular Music. Yet he seemed to have limited tastes. I can only ever remembering him playing me music by two artists – namely Adam Faith and Buddy Holly. In some ways it was a motley introduction to the world of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

I was ten years old which would have made Clive about twelve or thirteen, I suppose he could even have been fourteen. That is quite a lot of years at that age. We used to got off to his bedroom, sit on the bed and he’d play me the singles – 45s – on his Dansette player. He’d stack four or five singles on the deck push the lever up to play and we’d lean forward and watch intently. The turntable would start rotating; the mechanism clunked as the arm raised, there were clicks and clunks as the arm drew back and the first single dropped, then the arm would come across and descend on to the outer rim of the disc. The speaker would hiss and crackle and then the music kicked in. We watched the process intently every time as if it depended on our full attention.

The Adam Faith singles were on Parlaphone and were red with silver writing. The Buddy Holly was on Coral with a black label and silver writing. We reverentially watched the discs spinning and listened with great concentration to every aspect of the songs. It was a start.

Yet Rock ‘n’ Roll was by no means the only quest I’d started on. I was an early developer. I’d hit puberty at ten and can imagine myself as the scruffy little, dirty-faced kid who climbed trees, waded through ditches, got covered in frogspawn and lichen and was suddenly sprouting pubic hair – very confusing.

Life was going to change for me. I was in a transition phase.

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Writing the Phil Ochs book.

Writing the Phil Ochs book.

In order to want to write about anyone you have to have a love and great affinity for them. You are going to spend a couple of thousand hours of your life deeply immersed in them and their lives. You have to enjoy the experience.

Right from the sixties I have been a fan. Those early albums played a huge role in my development. His words inspired me. Phil was a hero of mine. Spending hundreds of hours in his company was going to be a pleasure.

Having twisted the arm of a reluctant publisher who did not even know about Phil Ochs and had to be persuaded that he was an important person worthy of a book, with sufficient ardent fans to make a book viable, I secured a contract.

That was the start.

Setting up

The first thing, before a word is put on a page, is to set up. To gather together your source material. I had most things. Over the years I had accumulated nearly everything Phil had done or had been written about Phil. I had all the books, every single album and a mass of bootlegs. I was a huge fan and had gathered everything. I had to check to see if there was anything missing; anything I needed to hunt down.

Starting The Process

It’s one thing having things for pleasure and quite another studying them to write about them. I began reading and making notes.

The Structure

Fortunately, the structure for the book is more or less dictated by the format of the series. The aim was to write about every album and every single song Phil Ochs had released. I had to write an introduction. Write about each album giving the background and details and then write about each and every song shedding insight into its content, meaning and importance. Easy. Well, actually not quite so easy. Some songs were not quite as simple to interpret as might appear, particularly the later ones. I had my own feelings and understanding but was that the same as Phil’s intention? Or other peoples’ opinion? I could only listen, delve, think and express my views.

Starting

I started reading the biographies and listening to all the albums. I had to get in tune, gather my wits, open my ears and allow the spirit of Phil to take over. I knew that it was a responsibility. The major songs were not a problem. The rarer ones were the most important. There were some that I’d glossed over. We all had our preferences. I had to give them equal weight and listen to everything.

Pen To Paper

Or at least finger to keyboard. I’m a one-finger typist but I can go quite fast.

Task number one was to do the layout. I put the headings in. The introduction, the albums, all the songs. I had a skeleton. I now had to apply the flesh.

I then wrote the introduction. It came spilling out.

The Albums

One by one I worked my way though, album by album. I sought the details of studios, producers, labels, personnel. I wrote about the times, the creation of the album and as much detail as I could muster. The internet was invaluable. I could check out different facts, chase things up and fill in the blanks. At times I felt like I was a detective on the case at others that I was piecing together a jigsaw.

The Songs

I then played the songs, one by one, analysing the lyric, thinking about the meanings, how it was written and why. Finding words to describe what Phil was trying to say and how the song was put together. Not always easy to find words. Phil was a master of lyrics. How was I supposed to shed light on his creations? They were too important to mess up. I could only give my views and interpretations. At least others could use them as a sounding board. They might disagree. That’s fine. The most Phil’s songs are talked about the better.

The First Draft

At times the process was hard. Working up to eight hours a day, concentrating, trying to find words that were right, sapped the energy. There were days where I was tired and could not be bothered, days when I was fired up and ready to go. Fatigue sets in. Writing is a lonely task. Friends get bored with you going on about minute details. You spent hours at your desk tapping away. Hours with headphones listening, relistening, studying, scribbling.

Finally you have done the last song, completed the bibliography and it is complete.

Rewriting

Of course, it isn’t anywhere near finished. What you have is a first draft. It was put together in pieces. There is the little task of rereading it and changing the disparate parts into a coherent entity. The facts are there but does it flow? Is there annoying repetition? Does the style change? Is it coherent?

Getting that right takes a good rewrite.

Editing

Once you have the second draft the nit-picking begins – the grammar and punctuation, sentence structure and spellos. It’s amazing how they annoyingly proliferate. No matter how many times you reread they still pop up.

The Publisher

When you’ve done all you can you send it off. There’s always a fear. Will they like it? Will they reject it?

Last Edit

Having a professional objective eye run over the writing always turns up a few things that require addressing, the odd repetition or section that requires a rewrite.

The Wait

That’s it! You wait!

Finally, months later, a package arrives containing your ten copies and you hold the finished product in your hands. You have your book.

The book is up there on line on the Amazon site and Publishers site. It’s out for order in book stores. The publisher does a little marketing. You sit and anxiously wait for the reviews. What do people think? Have you done justice to Phil?

I hope so. I really hope so.