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Greatest Hit !!!
Rock 'n' roll fans have been complaining about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in Cleveland almost since its very inception. Actually, SINCE its very inception, as a lot of people make the very justifiabe case that there shouldn't be a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in the first place. Seeing bloated old has beens putting on their black ties and patting themselves on the back every year is repugnant to just about anyone who embraces the idea of rock 'n' roll as a rebellious and liberating force. Real rock 'n' roll isn't a stuffy museum piece. Quite the opposite, in fact - something alive, immediate, and only as tangible as the souls of the people who live it in their own ways every single day.
and he, yes,
Left the Building.....
Before we all rush
towards Elvis' 75th (!!!)
let us recall
what took place
My interest in collecting records began with Heckle and Jeckle, the talking magpies. I loved both their 40s and 50s cartoons as well as the Terrytoons TV show. As with any kids' cartoon show, there were products.
On a small turntable the size of today's typical laptop, I played my first record--music from the Heckle and Jeckle show. The phonograph record came with a pic sleeve (it was an EP rather than a 45). In the center of the record, there were the images of Heckle and Jeckle chasing something (or each other).
The attraction of this record was that it came with a 4-sided mirror contraption that you put in the spindle after you'd set the record in place. And so, when the record played, the cartoon magpies chased each others' reflections in the mirror. There was music--and there was motion.
At the age of 4, living in a small town in Texas, this was my most prized possession. In fact, the mirrored images somewhat replaced the televised images for awhile.
But this was enough. I was not yet a vinyl addict. I was content with this one thing.
SEX: Noun, Transitive Verb, BOMB: Noun, Verb
I prefer, and choose to here, use the words as verbs. Espcially when we're talking about how it relates to pop culture and rock and roll. The two go hand in hand, where would rock be without sex and love? Elvis started it I suppose, but Leadbelly and Robert Johnson were singing about it long before Elvis as were many others, in ways appropriate for the time. It's an idea in music as old as time. Men, women and the proverbial sex bomb. The good the bad and the ugly.
As music as evolved, sex has become integral. And we like it that way. We get the blues, we get the burning love urge. We wear our pants tighter, skirts shorter, hit the shows with glossy lips, drinks in hand just looking for it. I appreciate my favorite artists and the work they do to combine the two, rock and roll is just very sexy.
In a magazine from the '80s called Southern, there was once a cartoon series entitled "Little Known Chapters in Southern History." Here is the caption for one of them:
Citing 'audience confusion,' the promoter cancels the remaining dates of the 1962 James Brown-Flannery O'Connor Tour after the first show in Florence, South Carolina.
Add to that the confusion of the accompanying drawing--O'Connor reading stiffly while JB kneels, shouting at her feet.