New definitive book on Rock Music from its roots – Rock Routes – out now in paperback for £9.57.

I spent years writing this and have been holding it back. I decided to release it now. I don’t know why.

If you like Rock Music you will adore this! It gives you my personal take on all the genres and their major exponents and essential tracks. It’s informative and readable. It sheds light and is a great guide. Why not give it a try?

Blurb

This charts the progress of Rock Music from its beginnings in Country Blues, Country& Western, R&B and Gospel through to its Post Punk period of 1980. It tells the tale of each genre and lists all the essential tracks. I was there at the beginning and I’m still there at the front! Keep on Rockin’!!

In Search of Captain Beefheart – seems to be my most popular book on Rock Music – It’s a memoir about my life in Rock Music searching for the excitement and brilliance – From Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Roy Harper to Jimi Hendrix and White Stripes. It’s a journey.

This is a memoir that takes you from my early days, first singles of Rock ‘n’ Roll, through my experience at live concerts and festivals in the sixties to the present day. It’s full of photos and reminiscences as I set out on the search for the holy grail of Rock.

I got to see and meet a lot of the best. It’s all in here. Here’s some reviews:

‘Rock music lovers and anyone who has lived through the sixties and seventies will LOVE this book!’

‘One man’s journey to find his “religion” which arrives through his “prophets” Roy Harper & Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band. Disjointed/anarchic depending on your viewpoint but readable with some good photos. This man is obsessive about his rock music.’

‘The title is a little misleading; as it is not a book about Beefheart , but rather an account of growing up through the 60s and 70s in Britain. For people like myself 60+ year’s of age and like the author, a keen collector of records and tapes, this book will have a deep resonance. It was like living my early years of music all over again, as Mr. Goodwin kept mentioning the recording artists that I knew.
An enjoyable read, made for the coach, train, or ‘plane trip.’

If you love Rock Music you’ll find this fascinating.

Yet more views from the heights of Opher’s World – Rockin’ the Establishment!

Life is discovery and wonder, sharing and love.

Long live non-violent conflict and debate! Long live passion and wonder! Long live dance, music, art, theatre, poetry, prose and all forms of human creativity!

Thank you all my heroes! You helped open my eyes more fully, understand my own mind and filled my world with hope!

It’s not just what you do it’s what you stand for!

Fight for what you believe with passion not violence.

Be prepared to take some heavy blows!!

The 16 Top American/Canadian Singer/Songwriters of all time.

Well once again I was focussing on the quality of the lyrics. I like my lyrics poetic and with a social impact. I like them to say something, communicate something and be full of passion. That made it easier.

  1. Bob Dylan – That was easy – the greatest song-writer ever. The number of brilliant songs he has produced dwarfs everyone else. Nobody else has said as much so well. There has also been a fair bit of crap though. But with To Ramona, It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding’, Subterranean Homesick Blues, Masters of War, Blowing in the Wing, Ballad of Hollis Brown, Only a Pawn in Their Game, Chimes of Freedom, All Along the Watchtower, Gates of Eden, Most Likely You go Your Way I’ll Go Mine, Tombstone Blues, Positively Fourth Street, Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowland, and thousands more, he raised the consciousness of my generation, high-lighted civil rights, anti-war and the social significance of poetry. No one else, apart from Roy Harper, comes near.
  2. Joni Mitchell – Simply the best female songwriter of all time. Her musicianship and song-writing skills shine. My favourites are Little Green, Blue, Woodstock, Sex Kills, and Big Yellow Taxi.
  3. Woody Guthrie – The father of the topical protest song. A man of integrity who said it as it was, eloquently, in everyday speech. He roamed America and stood up for what is right and wrote some of the best songs ever heard – Vigilante Man, Tom Joad, Rolling Colombia, This Land is Your Land (with the other verses), Dust Pneumonia Blues, Hard Travellin, Pastures of Plenty and Do Re Mi.
  4. Bruce Springsteen – When I heard Independence Day and the River I knew that Bruce had reached that level. Born in the USA confirmed it and 57 Channels, Murder Incorporated, Badlands, Adam Raised a Cain and Promised Land were great but his later work hasn’t always lived up to the same standard.
  5. Leonard Cohen – Leonard is a poet and wordsmith who has produced a huge body of quality work. Right from his first album where he put his poetry to music up until the present day the quality shines – Hallelujah, Bird on a Wire, Suzanne, Famous Blue Raincoat, The Future, First We Take Manhattan, Everybody Knows, I’m Your Man, The Teacher, Who by Fire?, So Long Marianne, Tower of Song and Hey That’s No Way To Say Goodbye. I love his humour and the fact that no subjects are off limits.
  6. Jimi Hendrix – The guitar phenomenon was also a brilliant song writer. You only have to look at Little Wing, The Wind Cries Mary, One Rainy Wish, Bold as Love, Voodoo Chile, Purple Haze and Spanish Castle Magic.
  7. Willie Dixon – The brains in song writing behind the Chess Label’s fifties Blues. He wrote the songs for Howlin’ Wolf, Bo Diddley, Sonny Boy Williamson and Muddy Waters to regale us with. Spoonful, Backdoor Man, You Can’t Judge a Book, Built for Comfort, Diddy Wah Diddy, Spoonful, Do the Do, Bring it on Home, I Just Wanna Make Love to You, I’m Ready, Little Red Rooster, Pretty Thing, Wang Dang Doodle, My Babe, Shake for Me, I’m a Natural Born Lover, I Got My Brand on You, and hundreds more. He was prolific, consistent and largely unnoticed – a genius. Without him the Stones, Pretty Things and British Blues Boom might not have happened. He wrote half the stuff they copied.
  8. Jim Morrison – The Doors were phenomenal. Jim’s poetry took them to another level. Unknown Soldier, Five to One, The End, Celebration of the Lizard, Soft Parade, Love me Two Times, Break on Through, When the Music’s Over and all the rest propelled them to the heights. Of Course the musicianship of Manzarek, Densmore and Krieger had something to do with it. But those songs were epic.
  9. Don Van Vliet – Captain Beefheart – there has never been a poet like him. He did pictures and sounds with words that nobody else has managed. That music has not been copied or rivalled. Those lyrics are unparalleled. Abba Zabba, Electricity, Big Eyed Beans From Venus, Moonlight on Vermont, Floppy Boot Stomp, Smithsonian Institute Blues, Spotlight Kid, Clear Spot, and loads more – sheer genius.
  10. Buffy St Marie – Buffy brought a different perspective to music – her Native American Indian Culture. She put the voice of the American Native Indians into mainstream with My Country It is of Thy People, Soldier Blue, Universal Soldier and Now That the Buffalo’s Gone. And she’s still doing it. Her new album is great.
  11. Robert Johnson – Only a young man when poisoned to death. Robert only had a few recording sessions in a hotel room to get down some of his music. It was brilliant. Sweet Home Chicago, Crossroads, Come on in My Kitchen, Terraplane Blues, Hellhound on my trail, Love in Vain and Ramblin’ On My Mind. One wonders what other gems died in that brain of his along with him on that day.
  12. Phil Ochs – Phil Ochs was the best protest singer apart from Bob Dylan. He produced a whole series of brilliant songs – Power & the Glory, Links on the Chain, Changes, Here’s To the State of Mississippi, Santo Domingo, There But for Fortune, I Ain’t Marching Anymore, Crucifixion, When I’m Gone and I’m Gonna Say it now.
  13. Arthur Lee – Love didn’t produce one of the best albums ever by chance. It was the quality of the songs that did it and Authur Lee was the major force behind that. Alone Again Or, Seven and Seven is, Everybody’s got to Live, You Set the Scene, and Stephanie Knows were brilliant.
  14. Hank Williams – Hank took Country to a new level. His song writing was brilliant – Move it on Over, Lost Highway, You Win Again, Lonesome Whistle Blow. Brilliance.
  15. Tom Waits – I love Tom with his gravelly voice, drunk persona and Beat sensibilities – Romeo is Bleeding, Tom Trauberts Blues, Rain Dogs, Cold Cold Ground, Downtown Train, Heart of Saturday Night, Gunstreet Girl, Clap Hands and Heart Attack and Vine – he was the link to the Beats.
  16. Frank Zappa – The Mothers of Invention were ground -breaking – Help I’m A Rock, What’s the Ugliest Part of Your Body, Cosmik Debris, Titties and Beer. It’s endless.

I’m sure you all agree with my choices. Maybe you’d like to add one or two?

Bob Dylan – Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues – lyrics that satirise an unpleasant right-wing bunch of fanatics.

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The John Birch society are a right-wing organisation that is paranoid about a commie take-over. They hunt out un-American activity.

I thought it was hilarious when John Lennon was asked about the Beatles being a danger to American youth. The presenter said to him that they had been called ‘UnAmerican’, to which Lennon replied – ‘That’s very observant of them. We’re not American.’

This was Bob in his humorous, Chaplinesque manner, with a Woody Guthrie inspired talking blues and a bit of barbed wit. Instead of an all-out attack on the right-wingers paranoid rabidity he chose to deploy humour and satirise their stupidity.

It went down brilliantly live. He recorded it for the first album but the powers-that-be thought it too political and risky. They thought it might elicit a backlash that would hit sales.
There was controversy at the time but in the end it was left off. That’s a shame as it is a great song.

I love the humour and can’t think of a better way to lampoon fanatics. Perhaps that’s what we should be doing with ISIS and the Creationists?

Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues Lyrics

  • Well, I was feelin’ sad and kind of blue
    I didn’t know what I was gonna do
    The Communists were comin’ around
    They was in the air, they were on the ground
    They were all over

So I ran down most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
Went back to my backyard
And started looking on the sidewalk
‘Neath the rose bush

Well, I was lookin’ everywhere for them gold darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ and looked under my bed
Looked behind the kitchen, behind the door
Even tore loose the kitchen floor, couldn’t find any

I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair
Looking for them Reds everywhere
I looked way up my chimney hole
Even looked deep inside my toilet bowl
They got away

I heard some footsteps by the front porch door
So I grabbed my shotgun from the floor
I snuck around the house with a huff and hiss and
“Hands up, you Communist” it was a mail man
He punched me out

Well, I quit my job so I could work alone
I got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they was red stripes on the American flag
Did you know about Betsy Ross

Well, I was sittin’ home alone and I started to sweat
I figured they was in my television set
I peeked behind the picture frame
And got a shock from my feet that hit my brain
Them Reds did it, no one’s on the hootin’ nanny

Well, I finally started thinkin’ straight
When I run outta things to investigate
I couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m at home investigatin’ myself
Hope, I don’t find out too much, good God

Read more: Bob Dylan – Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Phil Ochs – When I’m Gone – Lyrics about speaking your truth now.

Phil Ochs

‘There’s no time like the present’, my Mum used to say. She was right. We live in a world that is full of problems and things that need addressing. While there is poverty, environmental catastrophe, cruelty, inequality, war, fundamentalism, creationism, ISIS and exploitation there are things worth shouting about.

We have to open our mouths and speak our minds in the hope that someone will listen and we can make things better.

I am a great believer that we build the zeitgeist that we all swim in. We can make the world a better place. All the problems are solvable. We need to force them into being a priority. They can then be addressed and improved.

It is not futile.

Phil felt that his songs, words and life was meaningless. He thought no one was listening or valuing his ideas. He was wrong. He helped change thing even though he did not know it.

We all make a difference.

I’ve been speaking my truth for many decades. I hope I will for ever. I do know the right from the wrong. Nobody else can speak my thoughts for me. I have to do it myself.

When I’m Gone – Phil Ochs

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone
My pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone
And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone
Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m gone
And I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m gone
Can’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m gone
Can’t be singing louder than the guns when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

All my days won’t be dances of delight when I’m gone
And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I’m gone
Can’t add my name into the fight while I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m gone
And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone
Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it, I guess I’ll have to do it
Guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here

Read more: Phil Ochs – When I’m Gone Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Rock Music – my books – a genre I love and have lived through. Reviews.

I was born in 1949 and grew up with Rock in my ears. It seeped into my soul and jived my essence.
I lived it, loved it and wrote it and still am. I am to be found at the front still rockin’. It was the Strypes a few days ago! Great gig!
These are some of my books on Rock Music :-
In Search of Captain Beefheart was a memoir of my journey through music. It was a quest that started with Son House, Elmore James and Woody Guthrie and progressed on to Bob Dylan, Roy Harper and Captain Beefheart. It’s the story of my search for the holy grail of Rock and covers all points between.
Here’s a few reviews from Amazon:
Format: Paperback

One man’s journey to find his “religion” which arrives through his “prophets” Roy Harper & Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band. Disjointed/anarchic depending on your viewpoint but readable with some good photos. This man is obsessive about his rock music.

 

By Curlyview!! on 20 Jan. 2015
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

The title is a little misleading; as it is not a book about Beefheart , but rather an account of growing up through the 60s and 70s in Britain. For people like myself 60+ year’s of age and like the author, a keen collector of records and tapes, this book will have a deep resonance. It was like living my early years of music all over again, as Mr. Goodwin kept mentioning the recording artists that I knew.
An enjoyable read, made for the coach, train, or ‘plane trip.

By Richard on 2 Jun. 2015

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

How very dare you captain sweetheart weird only to the tone deaf with t h no hearts. Pink Floyd are not just Roger waters all their best music came from three good music players making up for their average bass player.other wise locally book.
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful

By Me on 12 Sept. 2014

Format: Paperback

Rock music lovers and anyone who has lived through the sixties and seventies will LOVE this book!
Other books on Rock include:
Opher’s World Tributes to Rock Geniuses
A book in which I give my views on the best Rock and R&B acts of all time. It’s opinionated and controversial, informative and fun.
537 Essential Rock Albums
A book in which I give my views on what constitute the best Rock (in its widest sense) albums of all time and why. There is much to discuss and argue about. It gives you a reasoned opinion and, of course, I am always right!
Why not take a chance and buy them all! (Along with all my other books) You won’t regret it!

Billy Bragg/Woody Guthrie – Way over Yonder in the Minor Key – lyrics about individuality and self-belief.

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I’m an individual. There ain’t nobody who can write like me.
When I was a kid my favourite track was the Kinks – ‘I’m Not Like Everybody Else’. I still love it.
My blog is full of whatever takes my mind. If it’s in there it will come spilling out. I live to write.
My books are full of my knowledge and imagination. I give it full vent.
Woody Guthrie is one of my heroes. Not just because of the brilliant legacy of songs that he left us – which are devastatingly brilliant and unique. He invented the topical song story – protest song and social commentary. I love him for it. But I admire him as much for his stance.
Woody stood for something and never held back. He said what he believed. He lived the way he spoke.
Woody believed in equality. He lived with the poor and blacks and fought for justice, civil rights and equal pay. He stood on the picket lines and was defiant in the face of threat and violence. He took the blows.
He was a communist who believed that trade unions were the means for working people to gain a fair wage from selfish, exploitative bosses.
He painted ‘This Machine Kills Fascists’ on his guitar. He believed education and reason would win over fascist views. He thought that violence creates more violence. You oppose fundamentalist ideology with reason and intelligence.
Fascism and fundamentalism by the likes of ISIS and creationists was bound to thaw in the heat of intellectual examination.
He was a great man
Billy Bragg was asked by the Guthrie Estate to take some of Woody’s lyrics and put them to music. The result was brilliance.
Billy is another of my heroes. He is ideologically sound, a brilliant songwriter, performer and warm individual. He cares.
I chose ‘Way over Yonder in the Minor Key’ because I liked the story and the picture it creates. Being an ugly kid yet full of gusto I could relate to the lyric. I had my tanglewood days too.
This song resounds with me.
Thanks Woody and Billy. Genius!

Billy Bragg/Woody Guthrie – Way Over Yonder In The Minor Key

I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, little girl, it’s plain to see
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

She said it’s hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly
Yes my little girly that might be
But there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

[Chorus]
Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain’t nobody that can sing like me

We walked down by the Buckeye Creek
To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee
To hear the west wind whistle to the east
There ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Oh my little girly will you let me see
Way over yonder where the wind blows free
Nobody can see in our holler tree

And there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

[Chorus]

Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And laid it on the she and me,
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
But there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Now I have walked a long long ways
And I still look back to my Tanglewood days
I’ve led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

[Chorus]

Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Phil Ochs – Death of A Rebel – A book that is a tragic tale.

phil ochs 3I am reading ‘Death of a Rebel’ by Marc Eliot.

Phil is a hero of mine and this book is a sad reflection on the things that should have been. I don’t know how accurate description this is of that man but I’m taking it at face value. Phil was, like all of us, a flawed individual. That voice of protest should, and could have done so much more if it wasn’t for those same traps that snare so many great people.

Phil was caught by a series of them.

Trap number one was his ambition. He desperately wanted to be successful and famous.

Trap number two was Bob Dylan. It ate him up to see Bob’s huge success while he languished behind.

Trap number three was alcohol. He drank to cope with his nerves and he drank to cope with his failure. The drink made him depressed and the depression made him drink.

Trap number four was success. The degree of success he attained created problems; the major one of which was that he could not possibly live up to the expectations. How could he produce a song as good as the one before; they had loved that one. The only answer was to do things totally different or give up altogether. Neither paid of for Phil.

Trap number five was the double edged sword of his own naiveté. It led him into ambitious enterprises, like the Yippies, which could not possibly have success on a grand scale, yet when they inevitably failed he could not cope.

Phil committed suicide in the mid-seventies. He could not cope with what had become of the possibilities he once possessed.

It was all so easy at the beginning when he did not have a monkey on his back. The songs poured out of him. He had nothing to live up to; nothing to lose. He had a cause. He was obsessed and passionate. The creative muse was unleashed.

Then the five traps began to set it. Psychologically it messed with his head. They were in conflict with each other. How could you be rich and famous and stay true to your ideals? Yet Dylan seemed to do it effortlessly. The alcohol, and to a  lesser extent the antidepressants, was a prop that would ultimately destroy him.

The truth of the matter was that Phil was a very nervous man, unsure of himself, yet buoyed up with self-belief and bravado. Going on stage was an agony. He was shy. Yet he revelled in it. He was, like everyone, a cocktail of psychological motives and failings that vacillated causing him to be pitched between arrogance and dejection. One minute he believed he could single-handedly safe the world, the next he was worthless. He was not very handsome, did not have a lot of sex appeal and seemed to have a low sex drive and a inability with women that created an almost misogynistic attitude.

To be human is a terrible thing.

If he had only got through that terrible time in the seventies he might have rediscovered his sustaining passion.

Civil Rights – Schwerner, Chaney, and Goodman – Murders – Tom Paxton Lyrics.

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Michael Schwerner and Andrew Goodman were two young white men who went down to Mississippi in 1964 to help the Civil Rights cause and help sign up black registration for voting.

They were joined by James Chaney who was a young black man. They were pulled over by the cops for supposedly speeding and taken back to the police station.

Their bodies were later discovered buried in a damn. They were murdered by the Ku Klux Klan for daring to fight for justice, freedom, equality and an end to racism.

It is great that we have people as brave as these three heroes who are prepared to put their lives on the line, non-violently, for freedom and equality, but it is sad that such actions were ever necessary. Social justice is always paid for in blood.

The 1960s was not that long ago. It is hard to believe how bad things were.

Things are much better now but there’s still a lot to do. People of all colours need to come together to demand social justice.

Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney

Words and Music by Tom Paxton

The night air is heavy, no cool breezes blow.
The sounds of the voices are worried and low.
Desperately wondering and desperate to know,
About Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney.

Calm desperation and flickering hope,
Reality grapples like a hand on the throat.
For you live in the shadow of ten feet of rope,
If you’re Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney.

The Pearl River was dragged and two bodies were found,
But it was a blind alley for both men were brown.
So they all shrugged their shoulders and the search it went on,
For Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney.

Pull out the dead bodies from the ooze of the dam.
Take the bodies to Jackson all accordin’ to plan.
With the one broken body do the best that you can,
It’s the body of young James Chaney.

The nation was outraged and shocked through and through.
Call J. Edgar Hoover. He’ll know what to do.
For they’ve murdered two white men, and a colored boy too
Goodman and Schwerner and Chaney.

James Chaney your body exploded in pain,
And the beating they gave you is pounding my brain.
And they murdered much more with their dark bloody chains
And the body of pity lies bleeding.

The pot-bellied copper shook hands all around,
And joked with the rednecks who came into town
And they swore that the murderer soon would be found
And they laughed as they spat their tobacco.