Showing posts with label music - punk rock. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 29, 2026

In memoriam: Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare

Photograph of Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare

Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare, 1980s. Image credit: David Corio. Image source: The Guardian

On Tuesday The Guardian carried an obituary for the drummer Sly Dunbar, who together with his bassist partner Robbie Shakespeare made up the rhythm section Sly & Robbie. Both men had been mentored by members of Bob Marley's Wailers: Sly by drummer Carlton Barrett, and Robbie by Carlton's brother, bassist Aston "Family Man" Barrett, who gave him his first bass, a Hofner. Aston also helped Robbie get gigs. That's a 19-year-old Robbie playing bass on "Concrete Jungle," the first track on the Wailers' 1973 breakthrough album Catch A Fire.

Sly & Robbie were a key element in the dark, spare sound of Black Uhuru's hugely influential Showcase album, released in 1979; over the solid kick-drum and bass foundation, Dunbar added distinctive accents on the off-beat. The songs were released in various versions; the extended dub mixes put the rhythm section at the forefront. Which was a good thing: some of Michael Rose and Duckie Simpson's lyrics were misogynistic ("Shine eye gal is a trouble to a man") or anti-abortion (in "Abortion" they call the procedure "first-degree murder"). But "General Penitentiary" was their masterpiece ("Cause the food that you take to save your life can let you lose it the same. . .General Penitentiary, it's a warehouse of human slavery"):

https://youtu.be/RDstxZ1JiGA

Lyrics aside, sonically Showcase felt somewhat like the reggae equivalent of Joy Division's Unknown Pleasures (particularly tracks like "Candidate"). The spareness of Showcase also clearly influenced the sound of Gang of Four ("Paralysed") and the Au Pairs ("Headache (for Michelle)," which has never felt more relevant). But Sly & Robbie's music wasn't only dark and dread. They also backed the duo Althea & Donna's cheeky 1978 dancehall hit "Uptown Top Ranking," name-checked on the Psychedelic Furs' "We Love You" from their debut album just a few months later. (The Furs lyric had been a mystery to me until my girlfriend pulled the Althea & Donna album out of her collection and gave it a spin to dispel my ignorance. Dispelling my ignorance is a task my girlfriend and now life partner continues to this day.)

https://youtu.be/VE-A5JULvRM

A few "Uptown Top Ranking" lyrics (written by Althea Forrest & Donna Reid):

See me in mi heels an' ting
Them check so we hip an' ting
True them no know anyting
We have them going an' ting

Nah pop no style
I strictly roots
Nah pop no style
I strictly roots

See me 'pon the road, and you no call out to me
True you see me in mi pants an' ting
See me in mi halter back
Say me give you heart attack
Give me little bass, make me wind up mi waist
Uptown top ranking

Love is all I bring
Inna mi khaki suit an' ting

Sly & Robbie quickly became in-demand session musicians and producers. Working at Island Records' Compass Point Studios, they provided the rhythm section for Grace Jones' Warm Leatherette (1980) and Nightclubbing (1981), her re-imaginings of songs by The Normal, Roxy Music, Tom Petty, Iggy Pop, Marianne Faithfull, and The Police, among others. Jones' version of The Pretenders' "Private Life" is definitive:

https://youtu.be/yvLn_qC7QAs

I'm clearly not the only person to hear a Joy Division connection in Sly & Robbie's sound; the B-side of the "Private Life" single was a non-album cover of "She's Lost Control." (That cover, though, deliberately subverts Unknown Pleasures' original. I find the arrangement to be too busy and the vocals too declamatory. A rare misfire.)

Sly & Robbie continued performing and recording together for decades, backing musicians as disparate as Gwen Guthrie ("Padlock"), Gwen Stefani ("Underneath It All"), and Bob Dylan (Infidels). Their collaboration ended only with Robbie Shakespeare's death from kidney failure in 2021 at age 68. Now Sly Dunbar has followed him at age 73. Not to take anything away from their later work, but it is the indelible music they created as the late 1970s shaded into the early 1980s for which they will always be remembered.

Let's give Althea & Donna the last word. "No More Fighting":

https://youtu.be/drY8NndCsGE

No more fussing and fighting
We want no more, we want no more
No more stealing and back-biting
We want no more, we want no more

Alone I sit in deep meditation
Wondering why the wicked still survive
Killing and stealing is part of their daily life
I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know
When it's all gonna end

Sunday, July 14, 2024

The problem is me, part 3: Ramones

Cover of the Ramones' first album. Photo credit: Roberta Bayley. Image source: Discogs.com

As described in the first post in this series, The problem is me: The Sex Pistols, Steve Jones, and Lonely Boy, hearing The Sex Pistols on my college radio station in 1978 was a life-altering experience. One of the many changes it inspired was that I began to seek out the music of other punk bands. The New York publications I started to explore, including the Village Voice and the New York Rocker, extolled a group of four leather-jacketed guys from Queens who called themselves the Ramones.

It was an era when rock album covers often displayed fantasy art featuring spaceships, surrealist landscapes, knights or wizards. In stark contrast, the Ramones' first album offered a grainy black and white photo of the band standing against a grafittied brick wall. Each Ramone wore the bands' uniform of black leather jacket, well-worn blue jeans, and sneakers. And on the back cover Joey (born Jeffrey Hyman, vocals), Johnny (born John Cummings, guitar), Dee Dee (born Douglas Colvin, bass), and Tommy (born Thomas Erdelyi, drums) each took the last name Ramone, as though they were a band of brothers. By punk standards their hair was shockingly long (for the origins of the spiky punk haircut, see Betrayal takes one: Richard Hell).

The songs on that first album were incredibly simple and short, usually constructed around three chords and rarely lasting more than two minutes. They were also incredibly catchy, with melodies hearkening back to the early 60s. On that first album "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" and "Listen To My Heart" sounded like lost classics, and they covered "Let's Dance" by Chris Montez. They'd go on to cover "California Sun" (The Rivieras) on Leave Home, "Do You Wanna Dance?" (Bobby Freeman) and "Surfin' Bird" (The Trashmen) on Rocket to Russia, "Needles and Pins" (The Searchers) on Road to Ruin, "Baby I Love You" (The Ronettes) on the Phil-Spector-produced End of the Century, and many others.

They quickly became one of my favorite groups, but I was suspicious of my own enjoyment. While they were one of the first CBGB bands and some of their songs portrayed gritty New York street life (hustling in "53rd & Third," hitching a ride to an urban beach in "Rockaway Beach," scoring heroin in "Chinese Rock"), other songs evoked the worlds of comic books and horror movies. Were the Ramones an elaborate joke, or did they mean it, man? (That the answer to that question could be "both"—that they were completely sincere, and at the same time had a sense of humor about their obsessions—was hard for me to grasp.)

Ramones, Ritchie Coliseum, University of Maryland College Park, Tuesday 14 July 1981

Mark Sullivan, "The cretins bop," The Diamondback, 16 July 1981, p. 6. Photo credit: Debbie Gertler.
Image source: University of Maryland Libraries

I had seen the Ramones for the first time in May 1980 at Ida Noyes Gym at the University of Chicago. I had stayed out overnight in line to buy tickets, needlessly afraid that they'd sell out, but when I awoke cold and sore on the flagstones there were perhaps only twenty people in line with me. Sensible people waited until the box office opened that day, walked up and bought their tickets; the show didn't sell out. (An amazingly loyal friend stuck it out with me all night. When I opened my eyes and realized that it had been pointless, I felt worse for him than for myself.) Perhaps it was my lack of sleep, the bright gym lighting on the Ramones' pasty skin—the gym definitely lacked a rock 'n' roll ambience—or the relatively sparse and largely uninvolved crowd, but after the concert that night I left feeling underwhelmed, even chagrined. If the Ramones were a joke, it was on me.

But despite that first experience, while home the next summer in Baltimore I decided to drive 45 minutes to the University of Maryland on a Tuesday night (a work night!) to see them again. It was a summer in Baltimore; to paraphrase Bruce Springsteen, what else was I going to do? When I walked into the venue, my heart sank: it was another gym, this time the arena where the Terrapin volleyball teams played. It was cavernous, seating perhaps 1500 people on bleachers, with standing room for another 750 or so on the floor. Only about two or three hundred people had shown up to the Ramones gig at the University of Chicago, and although the University of Maryland was substantially larger, it was summer. I feared that there would be a relative handful of us rattling around in this huge space. A less congenial place to see a band like the Ramones was hard to imagine.

But to my amazement, the arena kept filling; ultimately it was packed. And when the Ramones took the stage they seem to have been inspired by the size and enthusiasm of the crowd. They played one of the fiercest, tightest, most intense sets I've ever witnessed. No sooner would one song end in ringing feedback from Johnny's guitar than Dee Dee would count off "onetwothreefo" and they'd launch into another song. I was right in front of the stage in the mosh pit, and it was in a constant frenzy. I later read that the band blazed through 34 songs in an hour, which is completely believable. For a taste of how fast and tight they could be, here is a clip of "Cretin Hop" from their 1977 New Year's Eve show at the Rainbow Theatre in London:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkucRqyySdA

At the end of the concert I staggered out into the humid Maryland night completely soaked in sweat, bruised, battered, and happily exhausted. This still ranks among the best concert experiences I've ever had. Some bands didn't need to experiment much; they just needed to perfect what they were.

Coda: Although they played hundreds of concerts a year to tens of thousands of fans, the Ramones never achieved the radio play they wanted or the recognition they deserved. Unfortunately, none of the members of the original band is still alive: Joey died in 2001 (of lymphoma), Dee Dee in 2002 (heroin overdose), Johnny in 2004 (cancer), and Tommy in 2014 (cancer).

After the death of Joey Ramone in April 2001 it emerged that in his final moments of consciousness in the hospital he had asked to hear U2's "In A Little While." During U2's summer tour that year Bono would introduce the song by paying tribute to Joey and the Ramones. At a concert in Boston in June he introduced the song by saying "This is a song that Joey Ramone loved. . .it was the last song that Joey Ramone heard in his life here. And that's an amazing thing for someone who grew up as a fan of Joey Ramone."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbJXwG-1Oy4 (song ends at 4:20)

At a concert in Berlin in July he asked a woman in a Ramones t-shirt to come on stage, and then said, "The Ramones are the reason why we started this band, and we owe so very much to the Ramones." U2 then performed the song with the utterly dazzled woman clinging to Bono throughout. The moment was captured by an audience member on video

But U2 hadn't always played arenas.

Next time: U2 at the International House Assembly Hall, University of Chicago, 11 (or 12?) April 1981.

Last time: The Psychedelic Furs at the Marble Bar

Sunday, June 30, 2024

The problem is me, continued: The Psychedelic Furs at the Marble Bar

Psychedelic Furs, Marble Bar, Baltimore, Sunday 5 July 1981

A George Herriman-inspired flyer for the Marble Bar announcing the upcoming Psychedelic Furs show. [1]
Poster by George R. Wilcox/Musigrafix. Image source: Accelerated Decrepitude

After the end of the academic year in Chicago I would return to the family home in Baltimore to work for the summer. There were three advantages to being at home: I didn't have to pay for meals, I had the use of a car, and the drinking age in Baltimore was only 18, which meant I could see shows at venues where alcohol was served. The chief disadvantage, of course, was that I was living at home.

Fortunately for my sanity Baltimore had become home to the City Paper, an alternative weekly similar to Chicago's Reader and New York's Village Voice. As part of my exploration of punk rock (see The problem is me) I began to notice ads for interesting-sounding shows at a place called the Marble Bar. It was located on West Franklin Street in the basement of the Congress Hotel, a former luxury hotel that was now an SRO in a run-down neighborhood just north of downtown. The Marble Bar had live local bands almost every night and once or twice a month hosted a group on tour.

To enter the Marble Bar you had to walk down narrow, dimly-lit stairs into a vast basement room. On the far side was a bar of solid marble. I've seen multiple online claims that the bar was 72 feet long; whatever its dimensions, it was huge.

The Marble Bar's marble bar. Image source: Baltimore Business Journal

The owners, Roger and LesLee Anderson, tended bar except when they'd take the stage with the house band (otherwise known as The Alcoholics) to do vintage rock 'n' roll covers. As I recall, a can of Budweiser cost $1. I would generally buy one when I arrived and then nurse it for the rest of the night. In my defense, I was an impoverished student and was supposed to be saving money for my return to college in the fall. And hey, it probably made for a safer drive home after closing.

LesLee and Roger Anderson at the Marble Bar. Photo courtesy LesLee Anderson. Image source: Baltimore Magazine

I don't remember the first night I went there in the summer of 1979 or 1980, but I soon went there regularly on Friday or Saturday nights. (Yes, I was one of the derided "weekend punks.") I would also go on a worknight (ah, youth) if a band I'd heard of was appearing there.

For a Baltimore basement dive the Marble Bar hosted some surprising shows, including Black Flag with the Minutemen (circa What Makes A Man Start Fires?), the Bush Tetras (circa Rituals), The Cramps (circa Smell of Female), the Dead Boys (circa Night of the Living Dead Boys), the Dead Kennedys (circa In God We Trust, Inc.), Iggy Pop (circa New Values), Sonic Youth (circa Confusion is Sex), The Teardrop Explodes (circa Kilimanjaro), Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan, the Undertones (circa Positive Touch), and X (circa Wild Gift—a great show, and unfortunately one of only two of those listed that I was able to see, the other being the Bush Tetras). Baltimore's location between New York City and Washington DC meant that it was a logical place for bands to stop over on their East Coast tours, and musicians probably spread the word about Roger and LesLee's stalwart support of the local scene.

Poison Ivy of The Cramps at the Marble Bar, 2 March 1983. Image source: Jim M (Flickr)

The bar wasn't air-conditioned and the only ventilation was its open door, so on nights when it was packed it could get pretty muggy and airless. It was, of course, also the era when people smoked in bars, and so before the night had advanced very far there was always a thick pall of (mostly) cigarette smoke hanging in the air. When you arrived home after a night at the Marble Bar your hair and clothes smelled like an ashtray.

The most crowded I ever saw the place was when the Psychedelic Furs played there. Like so many English punk and new wave bands they were formed after a Sex Pistols concert, but their sound also hearkened back to the early 70s glam rock era. [2] Like Roxy Music, the Furs included a saxophonist (Duncan Kilburn) in their lineup; like Lou Reed and David Bowie, vocalist Richard Butler sounded world-weary and his lyrics were often elliptical. But although their sound drew on many influences, Butler's gravelly, whiskey-and-cigarettes vocals and John Ashton's flanged guitar also made it distinctive.

The Marble Bar had a sign near the door announcing that the maximum occupancy was 449 people, but I'm guessing there were many more jammed into the club that night. We were so tightly wedged together in front of the stage that you couldn't move; had there been a fire none of us would have made it out alive. I have no idea how the Furs made their way through the densely packed crowd massed between the dressing rooms and the low platform that served as the stage, but somehow the band suddenly materialized a few feet in front of me. In addition to Richard Butler, Ashton and Kilburn, the band included Roger Morris on second guitar, Butler's brother Tim on bass, and Vince Ely on drums. When they launched into the first song, "Into You Like A Train," we all started jumping up and down in unison, because that was the only way you could move. And if the people jammed up against you were jumping up and down, you did too. I understood instantly why English punks had invented the pogo.

The Furs had just released their second album, Talk Talk Talk, and played most of its songs, including "Mr. Jones," "All of This and Nothing," and "Pretty in Pink," plus many favorites from their first album (here is the setlist). Although they would go on later to have some hit synth-pop and dance singles, and "Pretty in Pink" would even become the title song of a John Hughes movie [3], for me the band was at its peak this July night in a sweaty Baltimore basement.

Astonishingly, the Marble Bar show was recorded and has been posted. I'm amazed that 43 years later I can, at least aurally, relive that night, sound system issues and all (you can hear the high end drop out towards the end of "Pretty in Pink" at about 27:24 in the video, and it stays out for the rest of the show). At the end of the show (around 55:12 in the video) Roger Anderson says "this is one of the best shows we've ever had here," while apologizing for the sound and proactively refusing the refunds that no one was asking for—we just wanted an encore. A very Marble Bar moment. I don't recall being disappointed by the sound, but I was very close to the stage—so close that I remember watching the ever-lengthening ash on Richard Butler's cigarette, waiting for it to fall. The song "Fall" from their first album was not, alas, on their set list; probably it was planned for an encore that didn't happen due to the sound system issues. Whatever the problems with the sound system, it was a great concert and a peak Marble Bar experience.

https://youtu.be/KjQn895U4n0

Coda: On 26 April 1984 Roger Anderson had a fatal heart attack in the Marble Bar. [4] LesLee tried to keep the club going for another year or so, but in May 1985 she gave up the lease. Apart from some sporadic shows over the next few years the Marble Bar has been empty ever since, and the neighborhood is even more desolate now than it was then.

I'm clearly far from the only person with fond memories of the Marble Bar. Tom Warner's blog Accelerated Decrepitude offers some excellent posts about the place and the people who made it special:

Baltimore Magazine published a good retrospective on the 35th anniversary of the Marble Bar's third "closing forever" party in 1987:

The Psychedelic Furs show at the Marble Bar was not the only memorable event of that summer. Just nine days later I went to see another exhilarating show by a favorite band in a very different venue: a volleyball gym.

Next time: Ramones

Last time: The problem is me: The Sex Pistols, Steve Jones, and Lonely Boy


  1. The flyer suggests that the show took place in June; however, a June calendar for the club doesn't list a Furs show, and multiple sources (including Setlist.fm and YouTube) confirm the 5 July date. Note the $5 ticket price (in advance).
  2. Alex Ogg, "All Of This And Nothing: The Psychedelic Furs On Talk Talk Talk." The Quietus, 2010, https://thequietus.com/articles/05128-the-psychedelic-furs-interview-talk-talk-talk/
  3. In Alex Ogg's interview linked above, Richard Butler says "The idea of the song was, 'Pretty In Pink' as a metaphor for being naked. The song, to me, was actually about a girl who sleeps around a lot and thinks that she’s wanted and in demand and clever and beautiful, but people are talking about her behind her back. That was the idea of the song. And John Hughes, bless his late heart, took it completely literally and completely overrode the metaphor altogether!"
  4. In the image of the article on Baltimore Or Less, the first character of every line in the first column is cut off, and so I think the transcription misstates the date of Roger Anderson's death. According to the retrospective article in Baltimore Magazine linked above, he died on 26 April 1984, not 6 April. [Since this was written, almosthipguy (Tom Warner) has corrected the date—many thanks!]

Saturday, May 4, 2024

In memoriam: Paul Auster

Paul Auster. Photo credit: Jerry Bauer. Image source: L'actualité.

Paul Auster, The Locked Room (1986), Book Three of The New York Trilogy, Chapter 4:

I spent that night in Sophie's bed, and from then on it became impossible to leave it. . .I had been born to be with Sophie, and little by little I could feel myself becoming stronger, could feel her making me better than I had been. It was strange how Fanshawe had brought us together. If not for his disappearance, none of this would have happened.

. . .In some sense this is where the story should end. The young genius is dead, but his work will live on, his name will be remembered for years to come. His childhood friend has rescued the beautiful young widow, and the two of them will live happily ever after. That would seem to wrap it up, with nothing left but a final curtain call. But it turns out that this is only the beginning.

. . .Only darkness has the power to make a man open his heart to the world. And darkness is what surrounds me whenever I think of what happened. If courage is needed to write about it, I also know that writing about it is the one chance I have to escape. But I doubt this will happen, not even if I manage to tell the truth.

 . . .11:30 rolled around, the hour of the mail, and I made my ritual excursion down the elevator to see if there was anything in my box. . .This was my hiding place, the one spot in the world that was purely my own. And yet it linked me to the rest of the world. And in its magic darkness there was the power to make things happen. There was only one letter for me that day. It came in a plain white envelope with a New York postmark, and had no return address. . .I opened the envelope in the elevator. And it was then, standing there on my way to the ninth floor, that the world fell on top of me.

'Don't be angry with me for writing to you,' the letter began. 'At the risk of causing you heart failure, I wanted to send you one last word, to thank you for what you have done. . .I'm not going to explain myself here. In spite of this letter I want you to go on thinking of me as dead. . .Above all, say nothing to Sophie. . .Seven years from the day of my disappearance will be the day of my death. I have passed judgment on myself, and no appeals will be heard. . .Writing was an illness that plagued me for a long time. But now I have recovered from it. Rest assured that I won't be in touch again. You are free of me now. . .Wish me luck.'

Mekons, "Only Darkness Has The Power," from Rock N' Roll (1989):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5f_E0c9yos

Sunday, December 11, 2022

Favorites of 2022: Books

Ada Leverson Vittoria Tesi Anne Lister

This year I became involved in three extensive reading and research projects: the first on the Edwardian novelist Ada Leverson; the second on the the first black prima donna, the 18th-century contralto Vittoria Tesi; and the third on the 19th-century women-loving landowner Anne Lister.  So my list of favorite books first read this year is weighted more heavily towards nonfiction than usual. The list is alphabetical by author within each category, and titles link to the full E&I post if there is one.

FICTION:

Cover of The Little Ottleys

Ada Leverson: The Little Ottleys: Love's Shadow, Tenterhooks, Love at Second Sight (1908, 1912, 1916; Virago/Dial, 1983)

I feared that I would find Ada Leverson's novels of social and emotional dilemmas among the Edwardian privileged classes, who are depicted in all their insularity and entitlement, to be more annoying than amusing. But I needn't have worried: her portrait of the marital constraints that male vanity and obtuseness place on intelligent and deeply-feeling women is quietly devastating. Leverson, an intimate of Oscar Wilde, wrote with sharp wit and keen observation about characters who are torn between observing social proprieties and seizing their fleeting chances of happiness.

cover of The Romance of the Forest

Ann Radcliffe: The Romance of the Forest (1791; Oxford World's Classics, 1999)

Honorable mention:

Ann Radcliffe: The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794; Oxford World's Classics, 1980)

A young heroine is held against her will in a remote, decaying abbey, or mansion, or castle. She is at the mercy of a sinister older man with designs on her fortune, or person, or both. Subject to uncanny occurrences and apparitions, discovering secret documents and hidden doorways, she slowly unearths the fatal secrets hidden in the rooms, vaults, and labyrinthine passageways of her prison. One of Radcliffe's recurring devices is the heroine's ultimate recognition that the apparently supernatural phenomena she encounters all have rational explanations.

This template of the Gothic novel, so brilliantly parodied by Jane Austen in Northanger Abbey, was not invented by Radcliffe; Horace Walpole (The Castle of Otranto, 1764) and Clara Reeve (The Old English Baron, 1777) had developed its elements first. But Radcliffe brought it to a kind of perfection in The Romance of the Forest.

While The Romance of the Forest made Radcliffe's reputation, it was her next novels, The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794) and The Italian (1797), that won her a wide readership. As Austen's hero Henry Tilney says in Northanger Abbey, "'The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I have read all Mrs. Radcliffe’s works, and most of them with great pleasure. The Mysteries of Udolpho, when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again; I remember finishing it in two days—my hair standing on end the whole time.'"

This past year I also read Udolpho, but I confess it took me considerably longer than two days. Udolpho, nearly twice as long as Romance, is padded with many more descriptions of sublime nature scenes. It also has some story lines that end anticlimactically—for example, when the heroine Emily finally manages to escape from the castle of Udolpho and her persecutor Montoni, but decides to give up the escape attempt and voluntarily return to captivity (one of several places in the book where it feels like Radcliffe had second thoughts). There is also the secret of the Black Veil, which is drawn out over the course of the novel to hold the reader in suspense, but whose revelation does not justify 400 pages of buildup. Ultimately I found Udolpho, despite its many effective scenes, to be a less-taut reworking of the elements of The Romance of the Forest.

Biggest disappointment:

Cover of Ripley Under Ground

Patricia Highsmith: Ripley Under Ground (1970; Everyman's Library, 1999)

I first read Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley (1955) and its sequels about 20 years ago, and found their portrait of the psychopathic Tom Ripley to be weirdly compelling. Over the course of the five Ripley novels—The Talented Mr. Ripley was followed by Ripley Under Ground (1970), Ripley's Game (1974), The Boy Who Followed Ripley (1980), and Ripley Under Water (1991)—we see Ripley treating everyone he meets as either a means to an end (money, pleasure) or as a threat to be eliminated.

When I found the omnibus Everyman edition of the first three Ripley novels at a library sale, I thought it might be time to revisit the series. And at first I wasn't disappointed: The Talented Mr. Ripley largely held up. There are some unlikely phone conversations between friends of the missing Dickie Greenleaf and Ripley masquerading as Dickie; are Dickie's and Ripley's voices really so much alike? But Highsmith's brilliant technique is to make Ripley her protagonist, so that our readerly identification is with, and our anxiety centered on, a brutal and amoral murderer.

Ripley Underground does enrich Ripley's world: we see him at his obsessively tasteful French country house, Belle Ombre, and learn of his ornamental, rich, bisexual and (probably) promiscuous French wife, Heloise (she is said to have her own "adventures" among her circle of friends). In her absolute self-involvement she seems the perfect complement to Ripley (and suspicions of his criminality may play a role in her attraction to him).

The plot centers on the threatened exposure of art forgery ring that Ripley has masterminded. But implausibilities abound, including oddly incurious police, a rudimentary but magically effective disguise, a miraculous escape from under two tons of wet earth, and the transportation of a blackened, bloody chunk of human remains to prove a death—an act that would surely result in immediate arrest. It feels as though Highsmith simply could not be bothered to imagine more convincing action. In particular, the cremation scene seems to exist primarily to rub the reader's face in gruesomeness; further evidence that Ripley is immune from ordinary feelings of horror or revulsion is hardly needed at this point. A big step down from the first novel in the series.

NONFICTION

Cover of The Making of Jane Austen

Devoney Looser: The Making of Jane Austen (Johns Hopkins University Press, 2017)

All of Jane Austen's novels issued during her lifetime were published anonymously, and in their initial appearance achieved only modest success. After her death in 1817 her novels went out of print until the 1830s. And yet today, as scholar Claire Harman wrote in her own book on the posthumous creation of Austen's reputation, Jane's Fame (Henry Holt, 2009), "her six completed novels are among the best-known, best-loved, most-read works in the English language" (p. xv). How did this happen? 

Devoney Looser's The Making of Jane Austen traces her reception and adaptation from the first republication of her novels in the 1830s to modern-day film and television dramatizations. Along the way Looser identifies the first female illustrator of Austen's novels, tracks down a photo of the all-female cast of an 1899 theatrical performance of Pride and Prejudice at Wellesley College, documents the admiration of Austen by the suffragists, and highlights the irony that the suffragists' fiercest opponents were the Austen-loving conservative men who called themselves Janeites. Highly entertaining and informative.

Cover of I Know My Own Heart Cover of No Priest But Love

Anne Lister: I Know My Own Heart: The Diaries of Anne Lister, [1816–1824,], Helena Whitbread, ed. (Virago, 1988/2010 (as The Secret Diaries of Miss Anne Lister)).

Anne Lister: No Priest But Love: Excerpts from the Diaries of Anne Lister, 1824–1826, Helena Whitbread, ed. (New York University Press, 1992).

In 1970 Dr. Phyllis Ramsden, a scholar who had been working for over a decade on the diaries of 19th-century Halifax landowner Anne Lister, published an article in the Transactions of the Halifax Antiquarian Society covering the entire period of the diaries as then known, "Anne Lister's Journal (1817-1840)." The diaries included extensive sections written in code, which Ramsden deciphered and asserted were "excruciatingly tedious to the modern mind. . .and of no historical interest whatever."

Her assertion was contradicted by Helena Whitbread's (re-)discovery and first publication of decoded excerpts from Anne Lister's diaries. They revealed that Lister had engaged in numerous short-term sexual relationships and long-term affairs with many of her female friends and acquaintances, single and married, starting in boarding school and continuing until her untimely death at age 49. While juggling multiple lovers, Lister also managed her estate, engaged in business and politics, and travelled the world (or at least Europe, Russia and the Caucasus). She was a fascinating woman, and for those interested in her—and who wouldn't be?—Whitbread's books are the place to start, in terms both of scholarly precedence and of the chronology of Lister's life.

Cover of Passions Between Women Cover of Inseparable

Emma Donoghue: Passions Between Women: British Lesbian Culture 1668–1801 (HarperCollins, 1993)

Emma Donoghue: Inseparable: Desire Between Women in Literature (Cleis, 2010)

Anne Lister is often called "the first modern lesbian." But Emma Donoghue's Passions Between Women and Inseparable offer abundant evidence that in the 18th century (and earlier, and later) there were many women who adopted men's clothing and prerogatives and/or lived more-or-less openly with their female lovers.

In fact, Anne Lister was aware of and even visited one such couple: the Ladies of Llangollen, Sarah Ponsonby and the Lady Eleanor Butler. The Ladies were Irish cousins who, in 1778, had donned men's clothes and eloped together. Pursued, recaptured, and separated by their families, they were ultimately able to win the freedom to move to Wales and live together. By the 1820s they were celebrities, and Anne Lister viewed them as a model of the sort of life she had hoped to lead with her longtime married lover Mariana Lawton. Anne wrote of the Ladies' relationship her diary, "I cannot help thinking that surely it was not platonic. Heaven forgive me, but I look within myself & doubt. I. . .hesitate to pronounce such attachments uncemented by something more tender still than friendship." Donoghue's books are filled with examples of women (both real and fictional) whose attachments to other women were more tender than friendship, outlining a hidden history of lesbian lives and representations.

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Celeste Bell and Zoë Howe: Dayglo: The Poly Styrene Story (Omnibus Press, 2019)

In my 2011 memorial post on Poly Styrene I wrote, "As a teenager she was the lead singer and songwriter for one of the best punk bands ever, X-Ray Spex. She was a nonconformist even among the rebels and misfits of punk rock: she was short, wore braces, wasn't rail-thin, designed her own clothes (often in bright colors, an anomaly in punk), and was multi-racial. She was smart, wickedly funny (her lyrics are great), and absolutely electrifying onstage. Her voice was and will remain unforgettable."

Dayglo is a biographical narrative that draws on journal entries, interviews, and Celeste Bell's memories of growing up as the daughter of a brilliant but troubled artist who devoted the last three decades of her life to the Hare Krishna sect. Richly illustrated with photographs, posters, and lyric sheets, the bulk of the book focuses on the astonishing three years between X-Ray Spex's formation in early 1976 and its breakup in 1979, including the writing and recording of the single "Oh Bondage, Up Yours!" and the album Germ-Free Adolescents (both utterly essential records). It also fills in details of the "missing" years between 1981 and her reunion with the band in the final years of her life. An excellent print companion to Bell and Howe's compelling documentary film Poly Styrene: I Am A Cliché (2021), which will feature in my Favorites of 2022: Movies and television.

From the Kowalski brothers' D.0.A.: A Rite of Passage (1980), Poly Styrene leading X-Ray Spex in the rehearsal studio and in concert:

https://youtu.be/31AVd-zCe2Q?t=30

Honorable Mention:

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Kelefa Sanneh: Major Labels: A History of Popular Music in Seven Genres (Penguin, 2021)

Kelefa Sanneh's book appears at a time when genre may no longer define how popular music is made or heard, at least by people who came of age with YouTube (founded 2005), Spotify (founded 2006), and TikTok (founded 2016). The genres Sanneh chooses as his focus are rock, R&B, country, punk, hip-hop, dance, and "pop," each of which receives a separate chapter. Of course, entire books can be (and have been) written about each of these genres, so Sanneh can only provide a broad overview of each. He is an excellent, thoughtful guide to a huge range of music: his taste is broad, and he has interesting things to say about each of the genres he covers.

However, I think his book inadvertently illustrates the truism that the popular music we listen to from the time we enter our teen years (when many of us first start developing our own tastes) until the time we're exiting young adulthood 15 or 20 years later (by which time our tastes have become more-or-less fixed) remains the most emotionally resonant for us. The two most energetic, engaged chapters of Major Labels focus on punk and rap, two genres that were achieving a second (or third) flowering in the late 1980s and early 1990s when Sanneh was a teenager.

In Major Labels developments of recent decades get much more attention than those of the more distant past. For some genres (pop, for example) he omits much of their history and focuses on songwriters, bands and styles that emerged after he started listening around 1985. Another odd omission for a history of popular music: Sanneh doesn't discuss in detail the exploitative economics of the music industry, which have come to the fore once again in recent years as it has become clear that streaming services pay to artists an infinitesimal fraction of the value of their music. It's a rich subject that Sanneh avoids almost entirely.

The sections of the book that deal with his own experiences and enthusiasms are highly engaging. I recommend Major Labels for its useful overviews of the past few decades' worth of developments in popular music, and especially for the experiences of a music obsessive who became a thoughtful critic for cultural arbiters such as the New York Times and the New Yorker at a time of fundamental change in the music industry. For in-depth analysis of specific musical artists and time periods, I'd suggest looking elsewhere.

For additional comments and a comparison of the Billboard Top 10 charts for 2021 and 1981, please see my full-length post on Major Labels. If you're interested, the post contains my personal list of the Top 20 songs of 1981, with links; click them while they're still working.

Other Favorites of 2022:

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Major Labels: A History of Popular Music in Seven Genres

Image source: Allen & Unwin

Do genres even exist in popular music anymore? Here's a comparison: a list of the Billboard top ten singles of 2021, compared with the same list from the pre-Internet era of 40 years earlier [1]:

# 2021 1981
Song Artist Song Artist
1 "Levitating" Dua Lipa feat. DaBaby "Bette Davis Eyes" Kim Carnes
2 "Save Your Tears" The Weeknd & Ariana Grande "Endless Love" Diana Ross & Lionel Richie
3 "Blinding Lights" The Weeknd "Lady" Kenny Rogers
4 "Mood" 24kGoldn feat. Iann Dior "(Just Like) Starting Over" John Lennon
5 "Good 4 U" Olivia Rodrigo "Jessie's Girl" Rick Springfield
6 "Kiss Me More" Doja Cat feat. SZA "Celebration" Kool & the Gang
7 "Leave the Door Open" Silk Sonic (Bruno Mars & Anderson .Paak) "Kiss on My List" Hall & Oates
8 "Driver's License" Olivia Rodrigo "I Love a Rainy Night" Eddie Rabbitt
9 "Montero (Call Me by Your Name)" Lil Nas X "9 to 5" Dolly Parton
10 "Peaches" Justin Bieber feat. Daniel Caesar & Giveon "Keep on Loving You" REO Speedwagon

In 1981 radio was the chief way most people heard new music. It was segregated into formats (Top 40, MOR [Middle of the Road]/Easy Listening, Quiet Storm, AOR [Album Oriented Rock], R&B, Country, etc.) and genrified playlists that were largely pre-determined by program directors and heavily dependent on major-label promotion of long-established acts. [2] 

Each entry in the 1981 list (with the possible exception of "Bette Davis Eyes," a synthpop arrangement of a 1974 Jackie DeShannon song) is pretty firmly associated with a particular genre/format. Notable for their absence are any artists associated with rap; notable for their presence are artists associated with rock (John Lennon, Rick Springfield, REO Speedwagon) and country (Dolly Parton, Eddie Rabbitt, and Kenny Rogers—although "Lady" was written and produced by Lionel Richie).  [3]

Kim Carnes: "Bette Davis Eyes" (1981). Image source: discogs.com

In 2021, most of the chart entries require slashes in their description (generally rap/R&B/dance: rapped or rhythmically delivered verses over a dance beat followed by a melodic chorus); more than half involve collaborations or feature guest stars (versus one in 1981). Three tracks are throwbacks (The Weeknd to 80s synthpop, Silk Sonic to 70s soul) while only one ("Good 4 U") could be described as rock; none are country.

Of course, since 1981 the U.S. has seen demographic shifts, the mainstreaming of rap, and changes in the way the chart positions are calculated so that they reflect more closely what (young) people are actually listening to. But I think something else is going on as well.

With the rise of streaming services, video platforms, and social media, virtually the entirety of recorded popular music (yes, I know, with exceptions) is available to everyone all the time. Since new popular music is often a recombination and reinterpretation of older elements, I'd expect genre boundaries to become blurred and get blurrier over time. And no, even though I've aged out of the target audience of popular music I'm not saying that it all sounds the same. I am saying that most hit songs seem to be converging on a hybrid style that draws on elements from multiple genres, especially rap, R&B and dance.

So Kelefa Sanneh's Major Labels: A History of Popular Music in Seven Genres appears at a time when genre may no longer define how popular music is made or heard, at least by people who came of age with YouTube (founded 2005), Spotify (founded 2006), and TikTok (founded 2016). Sanneh acknowledges this: at the end of the book he writes,

In theory, the popularity of companies like Spotify might have driven further fragmentation, because they made it so easy for listeners to explore far-flung genres. In practice, though, Spotify and its competitors, including Apple Music and YouTube, encouraged a new pop consolidation. Freed from the burden of having to decide which albums were the ones they wanted to pay for and add to their collections, millions of listeners gravitated toward similar sounds.

[Interjection from me: I would say that rather than listeners "gravitating" towards similar sounds, instead they are being pushed by social media algorithms that have been successfully designed to give them new music that closely matches the music they've previously listened to.]

In the new streaming era, the pop charts were full of moody, atmospheric songs that combined slangy, conversational lyrics with hip-hop-inspired beats. The new pop stars tended to draw influence from diverse sources, and yet their songs were highly compatible, blending seamlessly together on the online playlists that were displacing albums as the dominant form of music consumption. . .That development shaped this book, in which. . .many of the chapters end on a note of convergence, with broadly popular performers who are eager to shrug off the weight of genre identity. (p. 452)

Even before streaming, of course, many musicians rejected the confinements of genre. But indeed, popular music genres may be headed for the same obsolescence as (alas!) the record stores that used them as ways of organizing their stock. (Perhaps, then, one reason for Sanneh's loyalty to the idea of genre is the time he spent as a record-store clerk. In my fantasy record store, everything would be shelved alphabetically, so Motörhead would be flanked by Wes Montgomery and Mozart, and Handel would be next to Hendrix (as they were in real life). You can be glad you never had to shop there.)

The genres Sanneh chooses as his focus are rock, R&B, country, punk, hip-hop, dance, and "pop," each of which receives a separate chapter. Of course, entire books can be (and have been) written about each of these genres, so Sanneh can only provide a broad overview of each. He is an excellent, thoughtful guide to a huge range of music: his taste is broad, and he has interesting things to say about each of the genres he covers.

However, I think his book inadvertently illustrates the truism that the popular music we listen to from the time we enter our teen years (when many of us first start developing our own tastes) until the time we're exiting young adulthood 15 or 20 years later (by which time our tastes have become more-or-less fixed) remains the most emotionally resonant for us. Sanneh reports that "I didn't start obsessing over music until my fourteenth birthday, in 1990, when my best friend, Matt, gave me a mixtape. . .carefully compiled from his own burgeoning punk-rock collection" (pp. 216-217). (Ah, mixtapes, those unique gifts of friendship and musical seduction. Sorry, young moderns, but Spotify playlists just aren't the same, especially if you send the same playlist to different people.) Sanneh's teen years (late 1980s to the mid-1990s) also witnessed the emergence of rappers such as Public Enemy, Dr. Dre and NWA, Ice-T, Eric B. & Rakim, LL Cool J, Tupac Shakur, Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg and Jay-Z. Guess which are the two most energetic, engaged chapters of Major Labels?

Public Enemy: "Fight the Power" (1989). Image source: discogs.com

But perhaps because he came of musical age in the late 1980s and 1990s, Sanneh does not always do full justice to developments in his chosen genres in earlier decades. For example, the chapter on pop highlights the Carpenters, jumps to Britain's New Pop bands of the mid-1980s (Human League, ABC, Culture Club, Pet Shop Boys), namechecks 1980s and 1990s boy bands (New Edition, New Kids on the Block, NSYNC), and briefly acknowledges Madonna, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Miley Cyrus, Justin Timberlake, K-Pop bands BTS and BLACKPINK, and Canadian chanteuse Céline Dion (or more properly, Carl Wilson's slim book on the Dion phenomenon, Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste (2007)).

But pop existed for decades before the Carpenters: it can be traced back to 18th-century ballads, 19th-century music halls, early 20th-century Tin Pan Alley. Later came the influence of Broadway and film musicals on the hit parade in the 1930s and 1940s, and the development of the American Songbook of standards. Even if Sanneh wanted to focus on pop music after the emergence of rock 'n' roll, he doesn't discuss the refashioning of the music of black artists by mainstream white singers (Pat Boone's version of Little Richard's "Tutti Frutti" is a notorious example). Sanneh uses Lulu's "To Sir With Love" as an example of the pop that successfully co-existed in the 1960s alongside the Beatles, Stones and Hendrix, but doesn't mention chart-topping groups such as The Association ("Cherish," "(Everyone Knows It's) Windy"), The Seekers ("Georgy Girl"), The Mamas & The Papas ("California Dreamin'," "Monday, Monday," "Dedicated to the One I Love"), or the 5th Dimension ("Aquarius," "One Less Bell To Answer"). Also lacking any acknowledgement: New York's Brill Building, the L.A. session musicians known as the Wrecking Crew, songwriters Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart, or pop hitmakers Lou Adler, Don Kirshner, and Phil Spector (!), none of whom appear in the book's index.

Jerry Butler: "Make It Easy On Yourself" (1962). Image source: discogs.com

Also absent are 1960s pop performers such as Cilla Black ("Anyone Who Had a Heart," "Alfie"), Jerry Butler ("Make It Easy on Yourself"), Petula Clark ("Downtown"), Jackie DeShannon ("What the World Needs Now Is Love"), Tom Jones ("What's New, Pussycat?"), Sandie Shaw ("There's Always Something There to Remind Me"), and Dusty Springfield ("I Just Don't Know What To Do with Myself," "The Look of Love"). Most surprising, perhaps, is the glancing mention of Dionne Warwick ("Walk On By," "I Say a Little Prayer," "Do You Know the Way to San Jose," and many others), the great exponent of the songs of Burt Bacharach and Hal David—who don't appear in the book at all, and who wrote all of the songs mentioned in this paragraph except "Downtown" (written by Tony Hatch).

Sanneh was also born too late to personally experience punk in its original incarnations. (And back then punk could never have been described as "popular" except in the sense of "carried on by ordinary people." Tom Carson wrote a memorable Village Voice piece in the early 1980s entitled "25,000 Dead Kennedys fans can be wrong," a reference to the 1959 album 50,000,000 Elvis Fans Can't Be Wrong, which is itself a reference to the 1927 song by Willie Raskin, Billy Rose, and Fred Fisher, "50 Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong.") As a result Sanneh's account of 1970s and early 1980s punk and post-punk focuses on the records he played during his time as a college radio DJ two decades later, and draws on zines (primarily MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL) and other people's books.

The first issue of Maximum RocknRoll (1982). Image source: Fanzine Addiction

While I understand that Sanneh's project is to trace the histories of his chosen genres, rather than focus on specific bands, a lot is omitted. For example, he talks about the attention focussed on the punk scene's racial and sexual politics by the 1990s zine riot grrrl. But such questions were also hotly debated in the 1970s. Sanneh has a section on punk politics that discusses the contradictions in 1970s punk imagery (swastikas were worn at various times by the Sex Pistols' Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten, as well as by Siouxsie Sioux), the tensions between punks and racist skinheads, and the Rock Against Racism movement. But the multi-racial punk-adjacent ska-influenced 2 Tone bands such as The Specials, The Selecter, and The (English) Beat go unmentioned, and more could have been made of the influences of reggae, dub, and funk on the music of punk and post-punk bands such as The Clash, Gang of Four, and Public Image Ltd.

(One fond memory from my misspent youth is of a concert by the hardcore punk band 7 Seconds in 1983 or 1984 at Ruthie's Inn, a neighborhood bar in a working-class black area of Berkeley. The (black) promoter Wes Robinson had begun booking hardcore shows there, and the older black clientele at the bar would generally look on warily at the spike-haired white teenagers and early-20s who would throng the stage and mosh at shows by thrash bands. But that night when 7 Seconds launched into their anthem "Racism Sucks!" I watched in astonishment and delight as the band and stage divers were joined onstage by one of the Ruthie's regulars, dancing and singing along with the chorus: "Racism sucks! Racism sucks! Ra-cism fucking sucks!")

7 Seconds: Skins, Brains & Guts (1982).  Image source: discogs.com

It's not until Sanneh's discussion of the emergence of Bikini Kill and Riot Grrrl in the 1990s that the role of women in punk and post-punk is (glancingly) mentioned. This does a disservice to the many bands from the 1970s and early 1980s that were led by (or composed entirely of) women: The Slits, The Raincoats, Au Pairs, Delta 5, The Mo-dettes, Kleenex/Liliput, Essential Logic, Young Marble Giants, The Bloods, and Bush Tetras, to name a few (most of which are not referenced).

Sanneh mentions the admiration of the Riot Grrrl bands for Joan Jett, but what he doesn't say is that the admiration was mutual. After the brutal murder of Mia Zapata, singer for the Seattle band The Gits, Jett co-wrote the song "Go Home" with Bikini Kill's Kathleen Hanna to publicize and help fund the investigation into Zapata's death (the song was released on Jett's album Pure and Simple). Jett also toured with the remaining members of The Gits under the name Evil Stig ("Gits Live" backwards) to raise funds for the investigation and the social justice organization Home Alive. She also produced and performed on Bikini Kill's New Radio EP, which includes their signature song "Rebel Girl."

Bikini Kill: New Radio (1993). Image source: discogs.com

Another odd omission for a history of popular music: Sanneh doesn't discuss in detail the exploitative economics of the music industry, which have come to the fore once again in recent years as it has become clear that streaming services pay to artists an infinitesimal fraction of the value of their music. It's a rich subject that Sanneh avoids almost entirely.

I realize that this post sounds like a pan, but I don't intend it to be so negative. I enjoyed reading Major Labels very much. Sanneh is an excellent writer, and I will be forever grateful to him for untangling the differences among some of the main sub-genres of electronic dance music (Wikipedia lists nearly 400 sub-, sub-sub-, and sub-sub-sub-genres of EDM). He also makes interesting connections between seemingly disparate musical forms, such as his comparison of metronomic electronic dance music to the Grateful Dead:

Like dance music, the Dead's music was rather hard to put into words: listeners describing a particularly good live set tended to wax abstract about energy and vibes. Like dance music, the Dead's music sounded rather monotonous to people who didn't like it, and who couldn't register the subtle variations and innovations that so exhilarated fans. Like dance music, the Grateful Dead's music did not translate particularly well to albums; true believers insisted that studio recordings were no substitute for hours-long live sets. And like dance music, the Dead's music was said to be enhanced by chemical intoxication—and, by outsiders, to be intolerable without it. (p. 401)

Ultimately, Sanneh's project of is one of synthesis, not fission; his church is syncretic, not factional. And the sections of the book that deal with his own experiences and enthusiasms are highly engaging. Read Major Labels for its useful overviews of the past few decades' worth of developments in popular music, and especially for the experiences of a music obsessive who became a thoughtful critic for cultural arbiters such as the New York Times and the New Yorker at a time of fundamental change in the music industry. For in-depth analysis of specific musical artists and time periods, I'd suggest looking elsewhere. And in the interests of directing readers to those sources, may I suggest that the paperback edition might be enhanced by the addition of a "Further Reading" list? Just a thought.


  1. Of course, the very idea of a Top 10, 20, or 40 was antithetical to the way I approached music in 1981: I generally listened to albums, or album sides, not individual songs, and the idea of ranking them in numerical order would have been risible. But for comparison's sake, and a sense of how far the Top 40 was from the musical taste of at least some people in their teens and 20s, here is my personal list of the top 20 songs released in 1981 or late 1980, in alphabetical order by artist:


    Just missing the list: Joan Armatrading ("When I Get It Right"), Flipper ("Sex Bomb"), The Go-Gos ("Our Lips Are Sealed"), Rick James ("Give It To Me Baby"), Public Image Ltd. ("Flowers of Romance"), Ramones ("Don't Go").
  2. The average age of the charting artists in 1981 was 36, with the youngest (Robert "Kool" Bell) being 31; in 2021, the average age was almost a decade younger, with the youngest (showbiz veteran Olivia Rodrigo) being 18.
  3. Parton and Rogers are in the Country Music Hall of Fame; Rabbitt is in the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame, won Country Songwriter of the Year in 1979, and had been the opening act for tours by both Parton and Rogers.