I'm starting to think I should just give up on politics (not really). I'm reading Armed Madhouse, by Greg Palast, and the odds are just stacked against any sanity in this world. Billionaires and trillionaires have set everything up so that no matter what happens, we lose. The most depressing book I have ever read. Funny, but depressing. The wingnuts have sold our retirement, our oil, everything. They're headed back to 1870, while China, Malaysia, India, etc. are on the way up, and our global mercenaries have made sure they follow our model: those jobs we shipped overseas? The average wage in India has gone DOWN to 23 cents per hour from a lordly 25 cents. We cannot compete with those wages, and Smirky has bankrupted the country. It's pathetic.
So it's nice to think about Tina. I saw the Ike and Tina Turner Revue opening for the Stones in Boston. It took guts for the Stones to let them on the same stage.
As for Ike, he is actually working still. He is as big a jerk as Phil Spector, but like Spector, he has an incredible track record. Before he went out on his own with his wife, he was one of the best and least-known producers in early rock n roll. He played guitar and piano on some of the most influential records ever made, even if they weren't huge hits. He wrote and recorded what is considered the first true Rock n Roll song, Rocket 88, and had a hit with it, but it was rerecorded and was a far bigger hit for some other guy (I have the CD, but can't remember his name at the moment). As it says here, pointing to one record is kinda silly, but this was 1951, and the argument can be made that this record turned Chuck Berry, Little Richard and a lot of others from R&B to rock n roll.
"Rocket 88", a rhythm and blues song from 1951. It is claimed by Sam Phillips - owner of Sun Records, and pioneer rock and roll record producer - to be the "first rock and roll song".
The record was credited to "Jackie Brenston and his Delta Cats", but the band did not actually exist. The song was written by Ike Turner at the Riverside Hotel in Clarksdale, Mississippi and recorded by him with his band, the Kings of Rhythm. Brenston (1930-1979) was a saxophonist with Turner who also sang the vocal on "Rocket 88", a hymn of praise to the joys of the Oldsmobile "Rocket 88" automobile (see: Oldsmobile 88), which had just been introduced in 1949. Brenston was given author credit rather than Turner; it is now agreed that Brenston's contribution was overstated for financial reasons.
Working from the raw material of jump blues and swing combo music, Turner made it even rawer, starting with a strongly stated back beat, and superimposing Brenston's enthusiastic vocals and tenor saxophone solos by "Raymond" and Brenston. The song also features one of the first examples of distorted, or fuzz guitar ever recorded. Reportedly, a speaker was damaged on Highway 61 when the band was driving from Mississippi to Memphis, Tennessee but Phillips liked the sound and used it.
"Rocket 88" is the prototype for hundreds of other rock and roll records in musical style and lineup, not to mention its lyrical theme, in which an automobile serves as a metaphor for romantic prowess.
The claim that "Rocket 88" was the first rock and roll record is perhaps overstated, but it was the second-biggest rhythm and blues single of 1951 and much more influential than some other "first" claimants.
"Rocket 88" was successfully covered by the country music group Bill Haley and the Saddlemen early in Bill Haley's career, which led to his own impact on popular music with "Rock Around the Clock". Those who subscribe to the definition of rock and roll as the melding of country music with rhythm and blues believe that it is Haley's version of the song, not the Turner/Brenston original, that is the first rock and roll record.
Turner's piano introduction was copied note for note by Little Richard on his "Good Golly Miss Molly" several years after that.
Brenston left Turner's band after the record's success and released several more singles between 1951 and 1953, but they were minor variations of the original and had little success. Brenston rejoined Turner's band as a saxophonist in 1957 and continued with him until 1965. He died in 1979.
I'm starting to think I should just give up on politics (not really). I'm reading Armed Madhouse, by Greg Palast, and the odds are just stacked against any sanity in this world. Billionaires and trillionaires have set everything up so that no matter what happens, we lose. The most depressing book I have ever read. Funny, but depressing. The wingnuts have sold our retirement, our oil, everything. They're headed back to 1870, while China, Malaysia, India, etc. are on the way up, and our global mercenaries have made sure they follow our model: those jobs we shipped overseas? The average wage in India has gone DOWN to 23 cents per hour from a lordly 25 cents. We cannot compete with those wages, and Smirky has bankrupted the country. It's pathetic.
sigh
(greg was in town today and i was going to go listen to him but something came up and we were out too late for me to make it in time)
I saw him speak a week ago. He's great. I'm a reporter, and he is definitely not. He's sort of a private investigator crossed with Lenny Bruce. He has tons of documents, but he should really publish them as footnotes. I know he can back up his charges, but he should prove it in print. And he needs a new editor...the typos are few, but glaring.
I was a bit embarassed after the talk. There were these crunchy old ladies there, the oldtime libs who would believe anything if it hurts the Republicans. Palast's rap is way beyond standard Dem politics (I am not a dem, just anti-Rethug) but they treat him like a god because he hates Bush. Well, this is far beyond one guy. His father may be involved, but he is not as evil as the people around Smirky.
I think they've managed to rig the elections for at least a few more years, so they can dismantle our economy completely. At that point, the big guys can buy it up cheap and we will be willing slaves, just so long as no one can burn a piece of cloth.
This country is that stupid. I'm taking my daughter to Canada next week to bury my mom. I'm tempted to just stay there.