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Thursday, January 09, 2014

Aint that the Truth....

January 10th – Like the front counter of the B. M. D. shop today; some ‘ins’, some ‘outs’, some sad, some happy... There are some great blues tracks that have moved down with time and become the staple of many a rock band's live show, forming the backbone to their careers in many cases and even, one could add, giving them ‘credibility’. I think of Cream’s rendition of ‘Spoonful’, The Rolling Stone’s crack at ‘Little Red Rooster’…was that on their first album, not a fan so dunno…? The Doors cover of ‘Back Door Man’ (always thought Jim Morrison was a plastic poseur with an eye on the money…and the sex. That’s cut my Facebook ‘friends list’ down by about 10%, I guess).
Didn't Led Zeppelin paraphrase that line in the song that opened ‘Top of the Pops’? “…shake for me girl, I wanna be your back door man…” and, whilst on the subject of blues covers, LZ’s cover of ‘How Many More Times’. All of these tracks first came to the notice of the above bands via the seminal talent that was Howlin’ Wolf who died on this day in 1976. However, along with much of merit, the blues/rock crossover story has a singular case to answer; namely WTF did it do to Rod Stewart? 
Now there was a guy who seemed to have all the attributes to create a body of work that would stand the test of time. Probably one of the best albums EVER is Jeff Beck’s ‘Truth’. Released in 1968 and carrying, amongst other tracks, two offerings by Willie Dixon, a blues legend, ‘Truth’ is still as powerful now as then. It boasted a stellar line-up of both permanent band musicians (Mr. Beck, Rod Stewart, Ronnie Wood and Micky Waller) and also had, over its release time, such artists involved as Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones, Keith Moon, Aynsley Dunbar, Madeline Bell, Clem Cattini…and Nicky Hopkins on piano…Nicky Hopkins f’r Chrissakes! So, this begs the question; how could you be working with such talent and yet end up thinking it would be cool to wear spray-on leopard-skin pants whilst moving about the stage like Max Wall and asking your audience, possibly in desperation, if they found you sexy? (I hear a further 10% drop in Facebook ‘friends’) Great work, Rod; real progress, and after such a start… OK, OK, maybe some of ‘The Faces’ stuff was just above average (just) but, I mean, you only have to listen to ‘Truth’ to see the wasted promise right there. Disappointed? You betcha. 
On a better note, Aynsley Dunbar made his appearance into the world on this date too, back in 1946. A real powerhouse drummer, it was his work with Frank Zappa (was lucky enough to see him on his last (as in 'final') U.K. tour, NEC Brum – phenomenal) on one of my all-time favourite albums that stands out; but to do this justice, you have to do it right, and I’m just the guy to explain it. 
Get hold of a copy of ‘Mothers of Invention – Live at the Filmore East’. Make sure you’re not going to be disturbed for a couple of hours, pour yourself three fingers of high quality malt (with or without ice) put album and headphones on, kick back and take it all at one sitting (said the art mistress to the gardener). What you’ll have is a glorious tale of 1970’s excess that is both funny and instructional performed by some of the best in the 1970’s business (Messers Volman and Kaylan of the ‘Turtles’ as well as Ian Underwood, Jim Pons, Aynsley Dunbar and, of course, Mr. Zappa) who will introduce you to a whole new lexicon surrounding sex and the rock ‘n’ roll business; and you’ll also have the pleasure of hearing Mr. Dunbar, a drummer who is usually as tight as two coats of paint, make a monumental FU of a musical rim-shot 'exclamation mark'. Mud Sharks rule…

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