The Best Anti-War Song Ever – An Untitled Protest – Country Joe & The Fish

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Is this the best anti-war song ever? It was written about the Vietnam War with the poem more or less recited over a swelling organ dirge. The effects, with Country Joe’s incredibly clear voice, was chilling.

Country Joe and the Fish were one of the first and foremost Acid Rock Bands to come out of San Francisco in the sixties. They lived in the Haight Asbury area along with other great bands including the Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead and Big Brother & the Holding Company. That was quite a scene going on there. I visited in 1971 and it had decayed away but the vestiges were still to be found.

Country Joe and the Fish had their roots in Jugband agitprop and were one of the most political of the West Coast bands. They were, and still are, one of my favourites.

An Untitled Protest by Country Joe & the Fish

Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
And then proceed to target B in keeping with their plans
Khaki priests of Christendom, interpreters of love
Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood
And pound their feet into the sand of shores they’ve never seen
Delegates from the western land to join the death machine
And we send cards and letters.

The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
And superheroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
And we send prayers and praises.

My desert island discs – Part 1

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My desert island discs

I was just listening to the radio today as someone was trotting through their desert island discs and telling me why they had selected their favourite pieces of music.

What an impossibility.

How could anyone limit their selections to so few? Music has been an integral part of my life. It reflects my views and feelings. It has helped develop my whole perspective on life. Right from the early days of my youth I have poured over lyrics and immersed myself in the emotion and wonder of music. It is a universal language. If I had to choose between music and literature for which has had the biggest effect on my development I think I would be hard pushed to decide.

Anyway – you will be pleased to know that the BBC has decided to do a special three hour Desert Island Discs just to accommodate my essential choices because they felt that they were so profoundly brilliant. Unlike with everyone else they are going to play all my selections in their entirety!

How about that!

It still presented me with huge dilemmas. What did I leave out! I’d need at least a thousand hour programme.

Anyway, they weren’t about to do that, though I think they were quite keen. I was forced to make decisions.

These are they:

Bob Dylan – It’s Alright Ma (I’m only bleeding)

 

Bob Dylan was that fulcrum point around which Rock Music turned. He not only brought poetry, stories and a different structure into Rock Music, he brought politics, meaning, social commentary and fury.

This is a song that sums all that up. The poetic imagery of birth and death, the wide vista, the anger at the plastic society and how we were all being knocked into shape, the hypocrisy and greed he described all seared themselves into y brain.

I could have chosen a hundred Dylan songs but this is the one that used to send my adolescent, rebellious brain into paroxysms of anger as I deciphered what he was talking about.

 

Roy Harper – The Lord’s Prayer

 

Another epic thirty minute song/poem that burned with passions. A commentary on society, a glimpse into the mind of a human being from a different age, a yearning for something more.

Again I could have chosen a heap of Harpers but this one can keep you occupied for a lifetime. The repeating musical coda provided by Jimmy Page’s guitar that sounds deceptively simple but is fiendishly complex.

A song to tease the mind on many levels and music that soars.

 

Stiff Little Fingers – Suspect Device

 

The best of the Punk Bands. The brought the Irish troubles into perspective. Their anger was channelled into raw statements of fury. Punk was a brilliant vehicle.

What was so good was the clever use of words coupled with the searing guitars, frantic pace and social message. It moved me.

 

Woody Guthrie – This Land is Your Land

 

Woody was a phenomenon. He was the first major songwriter to take that social stance and tell the stories. He was so clever.

I love this song, particularly with the often missing verses about private property and dole queues. It should have been America’s anthem.

Woody is an international treasure.

 

Jimi Hendrix – Voodoo Chile (Slight return)

 

And still no-one comes near to that genius of guitar prowess and excitement. I can’t help but wonder what brilliance we would have seen from him. His only limitation was his imagination. I have never seen anything so exciting.

Jimi epitomised Rock Music to me – the brash excitement, showmanship and expertise. Voodoo Chile sends shivers through me.

 

Nick Harper – The Magnificent G7

 

Nick is a brilliant song-writer who is different to his Dad. This is a beautiful, haunting, delicate song with a profound message.

Our leaders are only people. World policy is ultimately sorted by seven white men in the G7. They create the mountains of grain and countries of misery. Perhaps they could do it better?

What a clever song with such strong sentiments.

 

Son House – Death Letter Blues

 

The Blues is a favourite music of mine. I always go back to it and find it satisfying. I think I like the rawness and lack of sophistication most. It is authentic in a world of overproduced plastic. It is full of emotion and passion and tells the stories of a different life.

Son House was one of the originals. He taught Robert Johnson to play. Without him there might not be Rock Music. I was bowled over by Death Letter the first time I heard it. That was at Hammersmith Odeon on a Blues package tour – Son House was the star of the night at seventy nine years of age.

 

Elmore James – Shake Your Moneymaker

 

Elmore took the old acoustic bottleneck style and electrified it. What came out was a scorching sound that blistered your ears. He rocked before rocking was invented.

I would have loved to have spent an evening in one of those sweaty Chicago night-clubs bouncing to Elmore as he scattered those slide notes off the walls and decorated them with his anguished vocals.

Shake Your Moneymaker was a belter.

 

Captain Beefheart – Big Eyed Beans From Venus

 

I first saw and heard Captain Beefheart back in 1968. On that tour he blew my world apart. I had never seen or heard anything like it. He took the delta blues, dusted it with lysergic acid and created some cosmic blues that jangled your neurones.

I think you have to see it performed live to really appreciate the phenomenal synthesis of poetry, rhythms and music. The complexity and juxtapositions of guitar and vocals with that driving bass and drums plays tricks with your head. It was as exciting as Hendrix and that is saying something.

I was never the same agin!

Big Eyed Beans from Venus is one of Rock’s greatest songs.

Country Joe and the Fish – Who am I?

 

I think Joe McDonald has a claim to possessing the best voice in Rock Music. Not for its power but its clarity and quality. It is best heard on numbers like this introspective anthem and the anti-war dirge – Untitled Protest.

I thought this band was one of the most extreme, political and original to come out of the West Coast Acid Rock Scene. They epitomised what it was all about for me with their first three albums.

Who Am I? is a delicate song with depth and beauty. It sends me.

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Anecdote – The Sixties Underground Rock venues – The Toby Jug

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The Sixties Underground Rock venues – The Toby Jug

Back in the sixties when Rock music was king of the culture and all possibility prevailed there were a plethora of clubs in London and its surrounds.

I lived in London and had access to it all. London was the place to be. It was where everything was happening. There were so many venues catering for the full spectrum of music and so many bands. Every night of the week was a quagmire of decisions. We were utterly spoilt for choice. Each week I would get the NME or Time Out along with my copy of IT and peruse the gig list. It was overwhelming. I usually went to around three gigs a week and two of those were Harper gigs. But Roy played with a lot of other people and I managed to meet a number of brilliant bands through Roy Harper concerts. He certainly did not confine himself to the ‘folk’ circuit. Roy described himself as a one man Rock ‘n’ Roll band and that’s how he treated it. Not only did he perform with the likes of Ralph McTell, John Renbourn, Ron Geesin, John Martyn and Al Stewart but he also appeared alongside bands such as Free, the Bonzos, Nice and Pentangle. Just by following Roy I picked up on a lot of the best of what was around.

Those were heady days for heads, freaks and denizens of the alternative world. You would meet up with old and new friends. These were the days when you could tell a friend by the length of his hair and the clothes he wore. This was the new society. You would cross a road to say hi to complete strangers and indulge in debate about music and social events. They were the days of quiet revolution.

One of my favourite venues was the Toby Jug at Tolsworth. It was a big old pub with a large room at the back. That was the scene of a weekly Blues club. The term blues was used very loosely. They had bands as diverse as Jethro Tull, Led Zeppelin and Captain Beefheart.

My favourites were always Fleetwood Mac. That band always rocked. I thought the brilliant rhythm section created by McVee and Fleetwood really allowed Pete Green and Jeremy Spencer to let rip. They were two or three bands in one.

Liz liked to dance and so we used to find space at the back and give it some energetic prancing.

What was good about the Toby Jug was that you had the room to dance but could also get near to the stage to watch the performance. For 25p you were able to see Ian Anderson play flute while standing like a stork on one leg, or watch Jimmy Page churn out those riffs. That was the place I saw Beefheart and Led Zep, up close and personal, and all for a mere 25p. None of this stadium stuff with binoculars. You could stand at the front and be a couple of feet away from Jimmy Page or Pete Green and watch their fingers as they teased the strings. You could mingle without the need of backstage passes. They weren’t so much ‘stars’ as revered exponents of ‘our’ music, fully fledged members of the new society. You felt as if we were all in some new ethos together.

We had some high old times.

The Toby Jug was one of my special 1960s haunts. Fond memories.

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Photography – A few More San Francisco – Coit Tower & the art

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I love Coit Tower. Not only do you get a great view over San Francisco but the art (painted by a bunch of local artists) is superb.

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Photography – San Francisco – a few shots from January 2013

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Our last trip to San Francisco was in January 2013. It was good to be back even if January wasn’t the best month. These are a few pics from our visit.

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Rock Music – Big Band Jump Blues & R & B Shouters

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This is an extract from my book. It is a book that is comprehensive and titillating. You won’t find anything like it anywhere else.

Big Band Jump Blues & R & B Shouters

 

This was another ranch of R & B that gave rise to another style of early Rock ‘n’ Roll. It reached it’s peak between 1945-56 and fed into mainstream Rock ‘n’ Roll, influencing Elvis Presley and Bill Haley.

This Big Band sound evolved out of the big Jazz Bands of the 1940s. These combos set about adding an R&B beat and merging it with Boogie Woogie and Swing. It was a wide diverse style. At one end of the scale there was the swinging freeform Be-Bop of Charlie ‘The Bird’ Parker and other luminaries of Jack Kerouac’s 1950s Beat Jazz era. At the other end there was the Blues Shouting of Wyonie Harris and Roy Brown.

The music was ‘Good Time’ music and one of the first forms of R&B to prove commercially successful with white audiences.

The whole scene was dominated by ‘larger than life’ colourful characters – Roy Brown, Wynonie Harris, Gatemouth Brown, Bullmoose Jackson, H-Bomb Ferguson, Big Maybelle, Ruth Brown and Laverne Baker on labels such as the Savoy. H-Bomb Ferguson produced ‘Rock H-Bomb Rock’ as early as 1951. Both Roy Brown and Wyonie Harris produced ‘Good Rockin’ Tonight’ covered by Elvis Presley.

Another branch of R&B came out of the Specialty label with Louis Jordan. This was lighter and used a lot more humour. Louis had a string of big hits with songs such as Caldonia, Saturday Night at the Fish Fry, and Choo Choo Ch’ Boogie. His was a style that went on to influence Bill Haley.

Bill Haley, coming out of Country & Western, rocked it up with a lot of showmanship and incorporated any other R&B he could find, including ‘Shake Rattle & Roll’ from Joe Turner and ‘See you later alligator’ – Bobby Charles.

These bands were very large with many instruments including saxophones, trumpets, piano, drums, clarinets, and electric guitars. They came out of the Mid-West and most were signed to the Savoy Label and their sound can be heard on a series of albums starting with ‘Honkers and Shouters’.

 

Artist Stand out tracks
Roy Brown Good Rockin tonight

Rockin’ at midnight

Hard luck blues

Miss Fanny Brown

Wynonie Harris Good Rockin’ tonight

Good morning judge

All she wants to do is rock

Sittin’ on it all the time

Blood shot eyes

Gatemouth Brown Okie Dokie stomp

Mary is fine

Bullmoose Jackson I want a bow-legged woman

I can’t go on without you

H-Bomb Ferguson Rock H-bomb Rock

Hard Lovin’ woman

Big Maybelle Whole lotta shakin’ going on

Candy

Louis Jordan Saturday night fish-fry

Choo Choo Ch-boogie

Caldonia

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

Is you is or is you aint my baby

Let the good times roll

I like ‘em fat like that

Open the door Richard

Don’t let the sun catch you crying

Aint it just like a woman

Rock Music – Electric Blues of the Fifties+ – Stand out tracks.

Rock Routes

This book tracks Rock Music through from the 19th Century right up to the 1980s.

I was the first person in the country to run a course on ‘The History of Rock Music’. I lived through most of it. Have seen most of the major exponents and can be found at the front today.

This is a list of the tracks I love.

 

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Stand out tracks

Muddy Waters Got my mojo working

Hoochie Coochie man

I just want to make love to you

I’ll put a tiger in your tank

I can’t be satisfied

Mannish boys

Big leg woman

Same thing

Honey bee

Can’t lose what you ain’t never had

I’m ready

I want to be loved

Good morning little school girl

Howlin’ Wolf Smokestack Lightnin’

Do the do

I asked her for water

Moaning at midnight

Backdoor man

Spoonful

Killing floor

Wang dang doodle

Little red rooster

Built for comfort

300 pounds of joy

Evil

How many more years

Shake for me

Tail dragger

Howlin’ for my darling

Jimmy Reed Bright lights big city

Big boss man

Aint that lovin you baby

Aw Shucks Hush your mouth

Baby what you want me to do

Honest I do

Shame shame shame

You got me dizzy

John Lee Hooker Dimples

Boom Boom

I’m mad again

I’m in the mood

Boogie Chillun

Crawlin’ King snake

Sallie Mae

This is hip

No more doggin

One bourbon, one scotch one beer

Big legs tight skirt

House rent boogie

Hobo blues

BB King Lucille

The thrill has gone

Every day I have the blues

3.00 clock blues

Why I sing the blues

Albert King Born under a bad sign

Cross cut saw

The hunter

Albert Collins Ice man
Elmore James Dust my broom

Shake your money maker

I believe my time ain’t long

It hurts me too

Held my baby last night

I can’t hold out

Stranger blues

The sky is cryin’

Anna Lee

Sunnyland

Fine little mama

Done somebody wrong

Wild about you

One way out

Mean mistreating baby

I’m worried

Little Walter My Babe

Juke

Billy boy Arnold I wish you would

I ain’t got you

Sonny Boy Williamson Bringing it all back home

Fattening frogs for snakes

The bird

Nine below zero

Help me baby

Eyesight to the blind

Downchild

Don’t start me talking

One way out

Cool disposition

Your funeral & my trial

Buddy Guy First time I met the blues

Damn right I’ve got the blues

Gully Hully

Stone free

Freddie King Hide away

San-Ho-Zay

You’ve got to love her with feelin’

Junior Wells Hoodoo man
Magic Sam All your love
Otis Rush So many roads
Lightnin’ Hopkins I feel like ballin’ the jack

Got me a Louisiana woman

Evil hearted woman

Bald headed woman

Gotta move

One kind of favour

Hound Dog Taylor Roll your moneymaker

Sadie

Aint got nobody

Robert Nighthawk Sweet black angel
Etta James I’d rather go blind

I just want to make love to you

The Times and Tales of a Sixties Freak – The epilogue

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This is the epilogue to the book I wrote a long time ago. I’ve just put it out to publish again in a smaller format – the coffee table size was about £14 – too big and too expensive. This new one should be around £5 and be a standard size.

LOOKING BACK

So what happened to all that idealism, counter-culture, and the new world we were building? What happened to all the new societies? What happened to the dreams, hair, colour and freedom? – All that dropping out?

We grow old. A lot of it was obviously silly, man, affected, pretentious. We did change the world, briefly and in some ways permanently.

Well some are dead. They maybe didn’t have long enough to sell out. Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, even, maybe John Lennon. I often wonder what Hendrix would be doing now. Would he be doing cabaret stuff like Clapton? I like to think not.

Then there were so many who seemed to drift into happy clappy Christianity. I guess they needed it – some purpose. I guess that upbringing is hard to overthrow – But Country Joe McDonald? Roger McGuinn. It makes you fucking wonder.

Some were obviously Acid Casualties – Syd Barrett and Pete Green. Maybe, to some extent we all are.

Some – like Harper and Beefheart went on with their poetry and painting and stayed true to most of it.

Some veered off into Right wing politics – Dylan and Young? – for a while but seemed to get it back together.

Some went for the cash – Clapton, McCartney, Dylan, and just about everybody? – Jerry Rubin included.

Some just got disenchanted with trying to do anything about the monster that is the global society we are all subscribing to.

Some became the ultimate in posers – Bowie but then he always had been.

Still there are those who plug away to make things better, freer, fairer, less violent and destructive, those who value love, friendship, peace, creativity, music and building a world based on equality and wonder. There are those who smile a lot, enjoy themselves, see nothing wrong in sex or getting a little stoned occasionally and would value experiencing a little awe and wonder through whatever means instead of greed, cruelty, possession, power and abuse.

Perhaps it’s too late to change it.

Radio Show – Sixties Psychedelia – The MP3 of the show

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OK – I think this MP3 of the radio show has loaded up. I’ve played a bit of it. It seems to have recorded alright.

I would greatly like to know what you think of it. It’s taken us a lot of doing but it was fun.

What did you think? Hope you enjoyed it!

What should be our next one?

Rock Music – Merseybeat – An extract from my book ‘Rock Routes’.

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In the aftermath of the Rock ‘n’ Roll revolution stemming from the USA thousands of British kids, many already in Skiffle groups, got drawn into playing the exciting new

sounds. It suited the excitement of the little sweaty venues, like the Cavern Club in Liverpool, that had sprung up all over the country to cater for the Skiffle explosion in the wake of Lonnie Donegan’s success. For the poor, post-war working classes living in the council estates in war-torn Britain there were few distractions and pleasures to enable them to escape from the rationed drab reality of their existence. They had few ways out of poverty. Rock ‘n’ Roll like playing the football pools or boxing provided them with a dream. They could see a rosy vision of the future which was full of status, money and fun. They could become Rock Stars. Besides it attracted the girls. They upgraded their improvised Skiffle instruments and upgraded to become bona fide Rock groups.

These bands toured their regional clubs, often village halls, coffee bars, pubs and small clubs like ‘The Cavern’ in Liverpool, building up their fervent fan base and hoping to get noticed by the likes of Larry Parnes. These bands built up such partisan followings that in places like Liverpool and Birmingham there was a local newspaper following the performances of the various bands and promoting the whole scene.

Liverpool, being a major port, was one of the major centres for this underground revolution and there were lots of clubs and a seething cauldron of live bands. This was no accident. The city had all the necessary ingredients. It was a poverty stricken port with drab neglected surrounds, a high unemployment rate and a deep seated working class ethic for hard work, ingenuity and humour. There was little hope for the future and nothing to look forward to unless you were prepared to do something about it yourself. That something was Rock ‘n’ Roll with alls its excitement and the lure of overnight fame and fortune as had happened to Billy Fury. If it happened for him it could happen for them.

Liverpool had a long established cosmopolitan atmosphere with trading links all over the world and particularly the USA. Merchant seamen roamed the city bringing with them an atmosphere of adventure. They also brought back all the latest sounds from across the Atlantic. The bands avidly soaked it up vying to get their hands on the most obscure R&B and Rock ‘n’ Roll tracks before their competitors did. There was a whole world of US R&B and Rock ‘n’ Roll that was not available in this country. The Beeb did not play it and record companies did not put it out. Seemingly they considered British ears were too sensitive for this raw American sound. It was a gold-mine. The Mersey bands interpreted it in their own way and created their own distinctive brand.

By looking at the type of music the Merseybeat bands were copying we can clearly identify the main areas of influence. These hundreds of Mersey bands were basing their developing sound on R&B (girl bands, male bands and solo artists – Shirelles, Chiffons, Miracles, Crystals, Contours, Isley Brothers, Donays, Coasters, Drifters, Arthur Alexander, Barrett Strong, Sam Cooke, Ray Charles, Cookies, Benny Spellman, Screaming Jay Hawkins, Marvelettes), black Rock ‘n’ Roll (Larry Williams, Chuck Berry, Fats Domino, Bo Diddley, Little Richard) to Country & Western (Hank Williams, Buck Owens) and Rockabilly (Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Buddy Holly, Carl Perkins, Eddie Cochran and the Everly Brothers).

The same songs appear time and time again in a number of bands repertoires – ‘Do you love me?’, ‘Shake Sherry’, ‘Some other guy now’, ‘Money’, ‘Poison Ivy’, ‘Three cool cats’, ‘Twist and shout’. ‘Roll over Beethoven’, ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll music’, ‘Blue suede shoes,’ ‘Twenty flight rock’, ‘Sweets for my sweet’, ‘Love potion no. 9’, ‘Fortune teller’, ‘You can’t judge a book by looking at its cover’, ‘Shame Shame Shame’, ‘Anna, go with him’, ‘Mr Moonlight’, ‘Please Mr Postman’, ‘Long Tall Sally’, ‘Slow down’, ‘Bad boy’, ‘What’d I say’, ‘Dizzy Miss Lizzie’, ‘Right string baby but the wrong yo-yo’, ‘Roll over Beethoven’, ‘Hippy Hippy Shake’, ‘Maybelline’, ‘Blueberry Hill’, ‘Farmer John’, ‘Youngblood’, ‘Too much monkey business’, ‘Carol’, ‘glad all over’, ‘matchbox’, ‘Honey don’t’, ‘Words of love’, ‘Bye bye love’, ‘Kansas city’, ‘Lucille’, ‘Johnny B Goode’, ‘Matchbox’, ‘I got a woman’ and ‘Crying, wishing hoping’.

Some of these songs – such as ‘Some other guy’, ‘Do you love me?’ ‘Love potion No. 9’, ‘Money’ became Mersey standards. The different bands competed to produce the best versions. This resulted in an extremely lively scene in the sweaty clubs. The emphasis on the performance was speed and excitement. Bands played for small fees for pride and the status that went with it. Sometimes they would only charge a shilling (5p) entry fee, playing lunch-times and evenings most days of the week to large crowds who were packed in to the tiny venues. Loyal fans would follow their band around from venue to venue.

Because of the fervent support and tightly packed crowds the excitement levels were very high. The bands responded by driving themselves to the limits. It was all raw R&B to the accompaniment of the screaming girls. There has been very little to rival the energy and excitement generated at an evening in the Cavern when five or six of the cities top bands tried to blow each other off the stage. It was a real battle of the giants.

The raw sounds of the Mersey bands, often off-key and certainly brash and unsophisticated, became much sought after on the continent even before it took off in Britain. In particular Germany formed very close connections with Liverpool and many of he top bands, such as Rory Storm and the Hurricanes and the Beatles, spent long residencies playing the small Hamburg clubs like the Star Club. It was here, in front of these rowdy audiences, that they had to learn their trade. The sets were long, often up to eight hours at a time. It required stamina, provided by amphetamine pills, and a huge repertoire. The rewards were financially little but the experience was life changing. It was a time of great growing up. The red light district of Hamburg was awash with prostitutes, pimps, underworld hoods, knives, guns and drugs. There were also the adoring fans. It was tough but it was fun. It was in these clubs that the Beatles began experimenting with their music and even began writing songs. They got tight as a band and developed their abilities.

Despite the large followings that the top Liverpool bands were attracting and the liveliness of the scene it all remained hidden underground. From 1960 on, in Liverpool and other cities such as London, Newcastle, Birmingham and Manchester, the club scene flourished and the bands honed their skills.

Howie Casey and the Seniors have the distinction of being the first Mersey band to get to play Hamburg and also the first Mersey band to release a single. It was called ‘Double twist’ and apart from local sales it did very little. Howie Casy was the saxophone player in the band and the band had two lead singers in Derrie Wilkie and the infamous Freddie Starr.

The lack of interest in the group scene was due to the industry’s attitude. They, like their American counterparts, were promoting the good clean-cut Pop image. The Teen idols of the day, both home grown with Cliff, Billy, Adam and the like, and from the US with Bobby Vee, Johnny Tillotson, Bobby Darin, Ricky Nelson, Fabian and the like, were doing very nicely. They saw no need to change the formula. It was working. They thought that the group guitar sound ad had its day and they were busy looking for more Teen Idols to challenge Cliff and the rest. The industry was extremely staid and conservative and certainly was not in business of searching for a new sound. They did not like change. Not only that but they saw the Mersey bands are too raw and unrefined. The sound they made was too primitive, over-amplified and not really suitable for recording.

At other times this might have resulted in a proliferation of small independent labels, as had happened with the Rockabilly and R&B explosion in the States, but this did not happen in England, probably because of the economic climate. The major record companies had a stranglehold over the industry and few people had the power or initiative to challenge them. Consequently it did not come to the general public’s attention until 1963.

When the Beatles got signed by Parlophone in 1962 and broke through into the charts there was a mad rush by all the companies to sign up the other talent.

No one can underestimate the impact of the Beatles on the world of music both sides of the Atlantic. They were a tidal wave that swept everything before it. I can still remember, as a thirteen year old boy, sitting in my friend Tony Humm’s bedroom as he played the ‘Please Please Me’ album to me on the day of its release. The first Beatles track I heard was ‘I saw her standing there’. It blew me away. I’d been into Little Richard but this was monumental. It sent chills through me. I’d never heard anything like it. Things were never the same.

The lack of independent labels was a great shame. It meant that the conservative majors controlled the production. They emasculated the sound and tried to pour the Mersey energy into the Teen Idol mould. The pressure on the bands was to tone everything down, to wear smart suits and project the jaunty boy next door image. It was as if they’d used a sieve to remove the dynamism. They got them to record numbers by their stable of writers like Mitch Murray’s ‘How do you do it?’. It proved very successful but it wasn’t what was going on in the clubs. You only have to listen to the Oriole live recordings on ‘This is Merseybeat’, the Big Three’s live EP at the Cavern or the Merseybeats EP to see the difference. There’s no comparison between the driving Rock and R&B of the live performances and the light saccharin performances of the recorded stuff.

Following the emergence of the Beatles, after Epstein’s brilliant promotion, the sound took off nationally.

The Beatles themselves started with a small hit and then a string of number ones swept them to the pinnacle of success on a wave of hysteria that has not been encountered since. Overnight the port of Liverpool was inundated with talent scouts trying to sign up anyone that breathed. Hundreds of bands were dragged off screaming, bundled in cars, driven down south and signed up. They were all promised instant fame and fortune. Surprisingly a number of the best bands got left behind in the rush. Of the ones that went some were elevated to the heights of stardom and many fell by the wayside. The difference between success and failure was arbitrary. It did not concern ability so much as luck. If you got the right management, a good catchy tune and the media interest you made it. No matter how good you were if you got an unsympathetic production and no media interest you were doomed.

Brian Epstein was a very powerful figure. He had gathered a whole stable of Mersey talent under his umbrella. Bands were falling over themselves to sign up with him. He signed up Gerry and the Pacemakers, Billy J Kramer and the Dakotas, Cilla Black and the Fourmost and used the Beatles success to promote them. Between them and a few other acts – Freddy & the Dreamers, Swinging Blue Jeans, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, Searchers, Dave Clark Five, The Hollies, Brian Poole and the Tremeloes – they dominated the charts for a year. Strangely Brian did not sign all the best bands. The Big Three were probably the best band around. The Mojos, Undertakers, Merseybeats and Searchers weren’t far behind. They got neglected by Brian. Other good bands such as Faron’s Flamingos, Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, Earl Preston and the TTs and Derry Wilkies Pressmen, the Denisons, Beryl Marsden, Kingsize Taylor and the Dominoes, Mark Peters and the Silhouettes, The Shakers, Earl Royce and the Olympics, Casey Jones and the Engineers, Lee Curtis Allstars, Ian and the Zodiacs, The Blackwells, and the Black Knights got passed by altogether or didn’t make the grade.

There were a lot of good bands from other towns and cities who had hits. These include Davey Jones and the Lower Third (David Bowie’s first band), the Honeycombs and Brian Poole and the Tremeloes from London; the Rockin’ Berries and Fortunes from Birmingham, Freddy & Dreamers, Herman’s Hermits, Hollies and Wayne Fontana from Manchester; the Four Pennies from Blackburn; Bern Elliott and the Fenmen (who produced a brilliant version of ‘New Orleans’) from Kent; the Applejacks from Solihull; the marauders from Stoke on Trent.

There was a range of styles and but they were all coming in under the Mersey umbrella prior to the Beat explosion.

Brian insisted that all the artists in his stable looked smart, wear suits, smile a lot and be ultra-friendly. It was to prove a double edged sword. It got them accepted by the record industry and public but quickly led to their demise. Only the Beatles, with their talent and individuality, survived in the long run.

1963 was the year of Merseybeat in Britain. America had to wait a year.

The importance of Merseybeat cannot be underestimated. It not only created a huge commercial success but paved the way for the breakthrough in the lucrative American market and gave impetus to the whole Beat boom that was to follow.

Fortunately the Beatles were strong enough, determined enough and talented enough to resist the drive to twee-ness that befell their Mersey compatriots. They took control of their material and got it how they wanted it. They also insisted on releasing their own material and started writing for other bands such as the Fourmost and then the Rolling Stones. This was a ploy of Brian’s to launch his own artists with Beatles compositions. It worked for Cilla Black, Billy J and the Fourmost. This song-writing ability gave them a second string to their bow.

When the British Beat groups started breaking through in 1964 the recording studios were better prepared, the public was more receptive and the bands were tough enough to stand up to the industry and retain their rawness and identity. There was a greater confidence in the whole scene and it pervaded everything. The industry was able to see that there was money in it.

In 1964 the Beatles with the rest of the Merseybeat and Beat bands in their wake took the United States by storm. Band after band toured to rapturous reception. America had succumbed to the might of Britain. The long hair, Cuban heeled boots and Beatle jackets were what every American boy wanted. There were new levels of hysteria. It was like discovering a dozen Elvis’s. The whole industry was turned on its head and given a shot in the arm. British bands dominated the world. The charts were full of them. The old music scene collapsed overnight. This was the second British invasion and the world was ours.

The impact was enormous. In Britain and the States a new wave of kids formed bands, grew their hair. They bought cheap Standell amps and instruments and began practising in their garages. They quickly mastered a few chords, enough to do primitive versions of Beatles numbers and launched themselves at the school hops. They along with the Folkies were to revolutionise the US Rock scene and pave the way for the British Underground and the US West and East Coast bands of the later sixties.

In Britain in 1964, even as the Mersey bands were scoring in the US, it was no longer cool to own a Billy J Kramer album or be seen with a Freddy and the Dreamers or Herman’s Hermits album. They might be the hottest thing on the planet in America, in Britain they were already middle of the road. They had been replaced by a harder R&B/Blues based Beat groups lead by the Rolling Stones. A few bands, such as the Hollies, Searchers and Cilla Black survived to have a career in the charts in the ensuing years.

Brian Epstein did not have to despair at the dropping off of his stable of stars. They were enormous in America and besides the Beatles were going from strength to strength and taking up most of his time and attention.

Despite the commercial, over-produced Pop sound of Merseybeat there was still a lot of stuff that was worth listening to:

The Oriole live albums ‘This is Merseybeat’ give an idea of what the live scene was like.

The Big Three ‘Live at the Cavern’ EP was brilliant. It is hard to believe that the rest of this performance was wiped off the tape. Some moron has a lot to answer for.

The Merseybeat EP was brilliant.

There were a number of quality singles that escaped the ravages of twee production. These include: ‘Just a little bit’ and ‘Mashed Potatoes’ by the Undertakers, ‘Everything’s alright’ by the Mojos, and the Searchers produced a number of good singles and album tracks – ‘Sweets for my sweet’, ‘Sugar and Spice’, ‘Farmer John’, ‘Love potion no. 9’, ‘Needles and pins’, ‘When you walk in the room’ and ‘What have the done to the rain’ to name a few. They were very influential for bands like the Byrds with their folksy guitar sound.

The Mersey sound had stormed in like a rampaging lion, stomped over everything, flared brightly throughout the world and sputtered out. So brief – so bright – and so crucial.