Tuesday, 29 May 2012

POEM: 'A BOUQUET OF (NEU)ROSES' / AN EXPERIMENT IN TIME & PRECOGNITIVE DREAMING


A BOUQUET OF (NEU)ROSES /
AN EXPERIMENT WITH TIME
AND PRECOGNITIVE DREAMING
(with two lines sampled from Brian Aldiss
 ‘SHAPE OF FURTHER THINGS’ 1970)


how wonderful it must be
on Mars tonight,
I mean now, at 02:15...

through bursts of silence
I feel sciences that
as yet have no name,
I feel them through
the pulses of my
nervous system...

from here, I can smell
orchids on Venus, and
dream photographs of
ultimate strange devices
rising from the wells
of buried cities, hear
the shadow prowlers
of the singing void
and sense the
enchanted sleepers
in their metal moon...

I get this far
and my visions fail,
but how wonderful to be
on Syrtis Major tonight
while they invent songs
that resemble fragments
of darkness, that smell
of gasoline
and napalm...

and dream
that tomorrow
we’ll watch the
snowfall on Saturn...


Published in:
‘ICE RIVER no.6’ (USA - March 1990)
‘EASTERN RAINBOW no.1’ (UK - July 1992)
‘A RIOT OF EMOTIONS: DARK DIAMOND no.4’ (UK - January 1994)
‘HANDSHAKE no.52’ (UK – May 2003)
‘LEEDS POETRY WEEKLY no.18’ (UK – June 2003)

DEL SHANNON: THE 'RUNAWAY' LIFE, THE DEATH, & THE FINAL STUDIO ALBUM


HATS OFF TO
DEL SHANNON/
SO LONG DEL
(30/12/1939-08/02/1990)

He had ‘Runaway’ hits through the early sixties,
but when DEL SHANNON’s ambitions could no
longer endure the post-fame come-down – he took
his own life with a .22-calibre shotgun on the brink
of what could have been a major career revival as
a Traveling Wilbury…
ANDREW DARLINGTON investigates
the enduring legacy of a great Rock ‘n’ Roll star…


Del, shot to fame
Del, shot to obscurity
Del, now just shot to hell…
(Poem published in ‘COKEFISH Vol.1 no.9’ – USA,
October 1990 & ‘FLESH-MOUTH No.3’ – UK, April 1991)



As the first seismic Rock ‘n’ Roll tsunami receded, with its greatest practitioners either dead, in jail, or mellowed out into safe family-friendly entertainers, Del Shannon found his space. He’d never be a pretty-boy for the pin-up fan-mags like the Bobbys – Vee, Rydell or Vinton, although he scrubbed-up reasonably OK. Memory says I saw him a lot on TV. A tough-looking guy, shadowed in atmospheric darkness, with a big rhythm guitar and ears resembling a ‘Star Trek’ Vulcan. But it seems memory lies. Unless it’s playing tricks and I’m seeing mind-picture clips shown subsequently that brain-cells have re-shuffled and re-ordered, bought-in clips from American TV shows – after all, Pop-videos didn’t yet exist. Search YouTube and the earliest evidence of Del miming “Runaway”, shirt open, collar turned up, is dated 28 August 1965, lifted from a KHJ-TV ‘Hollywood A Go-Go’ with go-go girls cavorting on a gantry behind him. Then there’s a UK ‘Top Of The Pops’ clip of him doing an ear-bending “Keep Searchin’” to a cooler more Mod response, and he can be seen cameoing “You Never Talked About Me” – ‘B’-side of “Hey! Little Girl”, in Milton Subotsky/Richard Lester’s Pop-exploitation movie ‘It’s Trad Dad’ (Amicus, 1962), although no, it most definitely isn’t Trad.

Further text-research says I saw Del Shannon’s first British TV-screen appearance 20th April 1963, on ‘Thank Your Lucky Stars’ (Series 3:30) hosted by the immaculate Brian Matthew, although there’s no surviving film. Yes, by then he was promoting “Two Kinds Of Teardrops” – his eighth straight UK chart entry. He shares billing with Johnny ‘Poetry In Motion’ Tillotson, they were double-heading a package-tour together, but more significantly with him on the show were the Dave Clark Five, Mike Berry… and the Beatles. For a visiting American artist, at a time when Beatlemania was strictly a local phenomenon, with the Fabs yet to make inroads outside Britain, it must have seemed he’d dropped into mayhem. Del was the star. So who are these moptop guys kicking up pandemonium? Many American musicians felt threatened, resentful, and hostile. Not Del. He also appeared with the Beatles on the BBC radio special ‘Swinging Sound ‘63’, and played a ‘Royal Albert Hall’ date with them. He was sharp enough to see beyond the hysteria, recognising the potential of it all. When he jetted home he’d stashed a Beatles song in his luggage, recorded it, and became the first American artist to chart Lennon & McCartney on the US chart – with the number he’d seen them perform, “From Me To You”. Later that same year he returned to London to guest on ‘Ready Steady Go’ (25 October 1963, Series 1:12), doing “Sue’s Gotta Be Mine” – his tenth UK chart hit, alongside Joe Brown, Billy J Kramer & the Tornados. He went down a storm. The record peaked at no.21… but times were a-changin’. It would be his last Hit Parader. For a while...

‘…While Our Hearts Were Young…’

In an era when the shaken-up American music machine had firmly reasserted control, with a homogenised Pop scene dominated by malleable Teen-idols told what and how to sing in the studio, Shannon was a genuine self-contained talent who not only wrote his own stuff, but was active at the mixing desk too. Born to parents Bert and Leoni 30th December 1939 as Charles Weedon Westover he was raised with sisters Ruth and Blanche in Coopersville – a one-horse town by Grand Rapids, Michigan. By Coopersville High School age, around fourteen, he’d begun singing, playing guitar and ukulele. He listened to country music because that’s what they played on the radio, Hank Snow, ‘old Buck Owens stuff’, Lefty Frizzell, and especially Hank Williams. He’d later cut an album in tribute to that influence – ‘Del Shannon Sings Hank Williams’ (November 1964), before country became cool, with “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”, “Cold, Cold Heart” and “Your Cheatin’ Heart”.

Drafted and stationed in Stuttgart, Germany as a Seventh Army Field Artillery radioman in 1957 – more or less overlapping with Elvis Presley’s 1958-1959 German Army-stint, and more than a little like a sequence from Elvis’ ‘GI Blues’ (1960) movie, he played guitar with an off-duty group called The Cool Flames, and appeared on the 1958 Special Services radio-show ‘Get Up And Go’. On demob in 1959, he returned home to Battle Creek, Michigan, for a series of dead-end day-jobs, driving trucks, working in a furniture factory, and selling carpets, while playing rhythm-guitar nights in the local low-lit ‘Hi-Lo Club’ dive with the Doug DeMott Group. Unlike his hometown contemporaries who were content to live smalltown lives, his restless ambition demanded more. Too insecure to start out as frontman, but with the urge ‘to show those people I could be somebody’, he renamed himself ‘Charlie Johnson’ in a group reshuffle that dealt him lead-vocals when the group became The Big Little Showband. Pianist and long-term friend, Max Crook joined around the same time. Crook already had industry connections, and blagged the group to the attention of Ann Arbor black entrepreneur and Radio W-GRV DJ, Ollie McLaughlin. McLaughlin took the ambitious singer to Detroit to ink a contract with Harry Balk & Irving Micahnik of ‘Embee Talent Artists Management’, who also managed Johnny & The Hurricanes.

With Charles Westover renamed ‘Del Shannon’ – after a Michigan wrestler and the Cadillac Coupe de Ville, test-sessions in New York followed soon after, but frustratingly nothing of value emerged and he retreated to Battle Creek where – jamming with Crook in a small club one afternoon, they’d come up with a song called “My Runaway”. Max ‘hit an A and then a G, and I picked up my guitar and took it from there. We had a tape recorder going for twenty-minutes’. Rewritten at Ollie’s urging, cut at Bell Sound studios 24th January 1961 with Balk & Micahnik grabbing production credits, then leased to Big Top in New York, the renamed “Runaway” soon became one of the year’s biggest hits. Del made his radio debut on Michigan’s ‘WELL’ station, his TV debut on New York’s ‘Clay Cole Show’, then the single was accelerated by a slot on ‘Dick Clark’s American Bandstand’, until it sat astride the top of the US charts, and was UK No.1 from 29th June 1961 for three weeks.

From the strong electric guitar-strum phrasing, joined by faint keyboard, the haunted vocals begin ‘as I walk along I wonder what went wrong’ then ‘as I still walk on, I think of the things we’ve done’, not so much developing the narrative as returning it to line one. No-one claims it’s Bob Dylan’s ‘skipping reels of rhyme’. Blues traditionally uses lyrical repetition as a motif. And it works, by emphasis, returning in a feedback-loop again to ‘I’m a-walking in the rain’ opening verse two to stress the gumshoe persistence of his obsessive quest to unravel the complexity of his runaway-love. The mixed-down eeriness of the dramatic slightly-echoed voice peaks into shrill ‘why-why-why-wonder’ falsetto. Then the unearthly high-pitched ‘new sound’ instrumental mid-break cuts through sharp as cheese-wire, delivering the energy-jolt of a tazer. A persistent rumour said it was Big Top label-mate Johnny Paris of Johnny & the Hurricanes. Not so. It’s not even an organ – but a ‘musitron’, a kind of early clavioline-based semi-synth not only played by, but invented by Crook too. The song was revived in a storming live recording by The Small Faces (on their ‘From The Beginning’ LP, June 1967), Elvis Presley did a live version of it on his ‘On Stage’ LP (June 1970), Bonnie Raitt and the Sensational Alex Harvey Band did it, and it was done even later by The Traveling Wilburys (bonus track, 2007). If Del Shannon made only this one single it would guarantee him a place in the Rock pantheon.

He played a prestige-bill at Brooklyn’s ‘Paramount Theatre’ with Jackie Wilson, sharing a dressing room with Dion DiMucci who sneered at the black sharkskin suit he’d just paid eighty dollars for. ‘And I stepped on his foot’ recalled Del, ‘I had the no.1 song in the nation and I still felt like an outcast’. Yet he followed up with a second million-seller, “Hats Off To Larry”, with a semi-spoken intro and vocal-lines punctuated by little squeaky-trill Farfisa-organ riffs, while retaining the atmospheric ‘your turn to cry-cry-cry’ falsetto. It, and third hit “So Long Baby” take no prisoners. Not for Del Bobby Vee’s polite-considerate simpering ‘take good care of my Baby’. Here, it’s just ‘so long Baby, be on your way, I had a ball’. “Hats Off To Larry” might take great delight in the fact that his former-Babe’s been dumped and humiliated by new-guy Larry, he can’t resist gloating that ‘it may sound cruel…’ but ‘you told me lies, now it’s your turn to cry-cry-cry’, but he holds out the chance of redemption, he’ll take her back, she’s learned her lesson, ‘I think you’ll change’. Nothing as generous as he wreaks revenge on “So Long Baby”. They’ve both been playing the cheating game, ‘I got news for you, I was untrue too’ he gloats, ‘you had one jump on me, but I jumped twice you see’. No sympathy, no remorse, ‘so go and laugh some more ‘cause Baby I don’t care no more’. It’s delivered through a denser, murkier production, and instead of the ascending chorus-chords its ‘step by step you put me down’, with what sounds to be a comb-&-paper kazoo mid-break. Each single is short and punchy. Portraying Del as a forlorn loner, unlucky in love and at odds with the world, with none of that wimpish self-pitying stuff. With those three debut 45rpm’s timed at 2:18-mins, 2:00-mins and 2:03-mins apiece you could, and did chain-listen to them on the Dansette without a break, with never a temptation to skip forward.

Prime juke-box jive, they charted at no.1, no.5 and no.28 in the US, to corresponding British placings of no.1, no.6 and no.10 when released in the distinctive black-and-silver London American label. Then 1962 kicked off with another run of hits. The first of them – and fourth hit in a row, “Hey! Little Girl” (US no.38, UK no.2), adds sax to the compulsive mix, with a welcome return of the tinny musitron. He’d seen a girl briefly at a party. She was with mean-mistreater Joe. Now, later, the master of the break-up sees the ‘shadow of a girl I had known’ and – hey, he can fix her broken heart, replace each broken part, treat her right, with double-tracking enhancing his plaintive appeal. “Cry Myself To Sleep” (UK no.29) and “Swiss Maid” (UK no.2), may have charted lower in the States, but although less popular at home they retained high-visibility in Britain, a pattern that would continue across a four-year arc of fine vinyl. “Swiss Maid” – a song written by the struggling unknown Roger Miller, saw a change of pace, the lyric carried on flowing pipe-organ, and a yodel that fortuitously snagged a short-lived British novelty-trend that put Frank Ifield and Karl Denver’s popularity into overdrive. My mother complained that ‘is that all she does – sits on the mountain-top pining away until she dies?’ Well, maybe… but LISTEN to the sound – ‘oom-pa-pa-oom-pa-pa-oom-pa-pa… yodel-lady-ay-a-yodle-lady-ah’! And “Little Town Flirt” (US no.12, UK no.4) carried the ‘Runaround Sue’ warning that, although guys are allowed to go around breaking hearts, it’s different for girls. So you may fancy her now, but ‘you’ll think you’ve got a paper heart, when she starts to tear it apart…’

‘The Further Adventures
Of Charles Westover’

Each single remains a sliver of sharp Pop sensibility, barnstorming arrangements driven by Del’s raucous barrel-chested delivery and aggressive testicle-squeezed falsetto. By now, he was a name. Many Pop Stars have carved out long-term careers from less. But already he was showing signs of his restless ambition to do more. Decisively he quit Big Top and temporarily severed all links with Balk & Micahnik, to form his own Berlee label, for which he recorded “Sue’s Gotta Be Mine” (aka “Sue’s Gonna Be Mine”). Simultaneously he was testing out other approaches, operating in other gears. ‘Sue’ was done in a consciously Four Seasons style with a girl-chorus chanting the response. Switching to Nashville studios, roping in Elvis’ vocal-group the Jordanaires to provide the ‘did-doo-wadi-wadi’ back-up, “Cry Myself To Sleep” owes a stylistic debt to the New York Italianate Doo-Wop of, say, Dion & The Belmonts, while retaining the rich falsetto ‘cry-yi-yi-yi-yi’ over churning hard-driving guitar. For poor Del ‘the party’s over, everybody go home, I’m sorry but I’d like to be alone’, because he used to be her little buttercup, now she loves to see him in misery.

He also used ‘B’-sides to expand his palette. His definitive take on Burt Bacharach’s “The Answer To Everything” is an aching slow burner, which later became an Irish hit in its own right for Joe Dolan (no.4 in September 1964). While “Kelly” might favourably have made a strong top-side, a compelling melody with a ‘Girl Of My Best Friend’ narrative, a forbidden love soon to be tested by the return of their mutual significant-other. With the Berlee project curtailed Del signed to New York-based Amy Records in 1964 to make a sizeable comeback with Jimmy Jones’ “Handy Man” and then smashed back into the Top Ten with the excellent “Keep Searchin’”, his third million-seller. Breaking the ‘English Invasion’ deadlock, all of a sudden he was hot as a pistol all over again. With a dramatic ‘Fugitive’ storyline of star-crossed lovers fleeing from society’s disapproval, driven by percussive hand-clap breaks into ‘doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, what people might say-ee-yay-ee-ay… if we gotta keep on the run, we’ll follow the sun-ah, wee-ooh’, it assembles all of the elements that had worked so well for him in the past, but accelerates the ingredients with renewed vitality and a killer tune. Although the sequel scored much lower, maybe by being too over-similar, “Stranger In Town” continued the story. But the resurgence was not to continue…

‘…To End This Misery…’

Into the late sixties, he joined Liberty for a fine singles revival of Toni Fisher’s “The Big Hurt” (with Leon Russell), but when the hits no longer came, he diversified into studio work. As early as 1964 he’d told a ‘New Musical Express’ ‘Life-Lines’ feature that his professional ambition was ‘to produce other singers and write more songs.’ Now he supervised demos as an early champion of Bob Seger, he cut singles for Dunhill records as manager-producer for a Los Angeles group called Smith, he discovered wrote and produced for country singer Johnny Carver, and produced Brian Hyland’s massive comeback hit “Gypsy Woman”, an American Top Three in 1970, featuring the reliable Max Crook on electric keyboard. Del’s writing credits were also appended to Peter & Gordon’s big American hit “I Go To Pieces” (also done as a 1979 Stiff single by Rachel Sweet). In his own right ‘The Further Adventures of Charles Westover’ (Liberty, 1968) was an ambitious musically successful – if commercially failed, attempt to highjack current trends to his own autobiographical ends. Using his own birth-name as a getting-real grassroots indicator, reaffirming his impassioned vocal prowess, Del’s voice high-flys above sitar-sounds, assertive guitar, and soaring baroque string-arrangements both dreamlike and achingly intense by turn. As pop-psychedelshannon at its finest, it’s fully engaged and totally engaging, with brooding undertows of desperate darkness underpinning the whole affair. With standout tracks “I Think I Love You”, “Silver Birch”, “New Orleans (Mardi Grass)” with slight funk trace-elements, and singles “Thinkin’ It Over” and “Gemini” it was critically well-received, and has since been favourably reassessed, yet the album got lost in the rush of newer trendier names. Record-buyers knew the Del-boy. They know what he does. They know what they like. He does “Runaway” and “Little Town Flirt”. That’s a powerful legacy to surpass. When they buy Del Shannon albums, they buy veteran greatest hits compilations, not elaborate concept fantasias.

Into the new decades, his restlessness burned. It wasn’t so much the eclipse of his star status. When he wanted to be a star, the acclaim and audience reaction was there, albeit for the old hits. He made annual UK visits, commanding £2,000 a week playing Northern cabaret dates. The album ‘Live In England’ (United Artists, 1974) catches his hits-heavy act at Manchester’s ‘Princess Club’, adding Roy Orbison’s “Crying” and his novelty hometown tribute “Coopersville Yodel” to twelve solid hit-tracks. Many sixties survivors settle for less, and live very well by playing the nostalgia-circuit. For Del Shannon, that was never going to satisfy him. Neither was it financial. In 1972 he sold a hunk of California land – an investment from early income, for more than he’d made in a decade in Rock music. No, it wasn’t anything as shallow as wealth or celebrity he craved, he had them, it was his need to be part of what was creatively happening. It was more that he was no longer an active participant in the game. It was the marginalisation of his work that chafed. That’s what hurt. Plagued by recurrent bouts of depression, both alleviated and accelerated by booze, the seventies was not a good decade.

On a rebound series of labels he recorded with admiring new supportive fan-collaborators, Andrew Loog Oldham and Dave Edmunds, and then the basis for a future Traveling Wilbury connection with Tom Petty and Jeff Lynne. Two later albums were critically lauded, ‘Drop Down And Get Me’ (Demon, June 1983) recorded with Petty and praised by Cynthia Rose as Shannon rising to the challenge ‘over and over with no cynicism or loss of hope – but with an honesty and a voice which will make you bleed, almost shock you’ (‘NME’ 4 June 1983). Predominantly his own songs, his cover of Phil Phillips “Sea Of Love” even managed a little chart action, ascending to a US no.33. Then the posthumously-released sequel ‘Rock On’ (Silvertone, May 1991), with final mastering by Petty, who later rationalised that ‘we loved him, really, he was a great fella, a really talented guy, but I think he had a tragic side to him in that he could never really get his thing going again’ (to ‘Vox’ September 1991).

For no matter what Del Shannon achieved, his past continually exerted such powerful gravitation, his back-catalogue plundered as nostalgia time-fixes for a clutch of ‘American Graffiti’-style movie soundtracks, and “Runaway” even reconfigured to theme NBC-TV cop-drama ‘Crime Story’ (1986-1988). They were peaks he’d never be able to surmount. His reputation as a Rock past-innovator was never in doubt. That was never enough. When his ambitions could no longer endure the post-fame come-down – he took his own life with a .22-calibre shotgun on 8 February 1990, on the brink of what could have been a major career revival as a Traveling Wilbury…

But search ‘YouTube’, he’s still there.

Album Review of:
‘ROCK ON’
by DEL SHANNON
(Silvertone ORE-CD514)

Before he put that .22 rifle in his mouth and pulled the terminal trigger, Del laid down these sides, mixed and dubbed posthumously. As such ‘Rock On’ is to Charles ‘Del Shannon’ Westover what ‘Mystery Girl’ was to Roy Orbison – and certainly the lead-in track “Walk Away” should have done for Del what “You Got It” did for Roy, and given him a last hurrah Top Ten hit. It’s strong and forcefully melodic with compulsive three-way harmonies that work arrestingly well when given its sparing and inadequate radio time. Like the Big ‘O’, Del was one of the few pre-Beatles stars to control his own destiny by writing original material. He was a Rocker with a piercing switchblade falsetto buoyed up on helium, and a back-catalogue that still sells ‘Greatest Hits’ and ‘Best Of’ collections in respectable amounts. He also wound up with Traveling Wilbury connections. He never worked with U2, but he’d recorded with Jeff Lynne as early as the 1975 “Cry Baby Cry” single, and with Tom Petty for the 1982 Elektra LP ‘Drop Down And Get Me’. Both voices are clearly discernible on “Walk Away” – which they also helped write, and Petty’s clear harmonies follow the delicious twelve-string play-in to “I Go To Pieces”. They’re elsewhere too, as is co-producing Heartbreaker Mike Campbell, but their role remains supportive, it’s Del-boy who dominates. He wrote “I Go To Pieces” in the first place as a ‘B’-side, and although it subsequently charted high for wimpoid duo Peter & Gordon, this is the definitive version. And it’s the only over-the-shouldering he allows himself. The remaining tracks are new Shannon. “Are You Lovin’ Me Too” and the Fifties-ish “What Kind Of Fool Do You Thing I Am?” (the only non-Del composition) are just about as good as his best.

Del Shannon could have made a lucrative living rehashing his past on the Oldies circuit – he was better qualified hit-wise than most. But his pride rejected such an admission of irrelevance. He wanted a slice of today, and it’s this failure to equal his own aspirations that led to the fatal .22. He comes closest to achieving his aim with “Walk Away”, but too often he trims his Rockist instincts and his fiercest falsettos to what he imagines to be the requirements of a Nineties market. Hence some undistinguished mid-tempo MoR jog-alongs, but “Let’s Dance” – the final track, eschews all such strategies and plunges into a glorious hoe-down that even takes in a sly Jerry Lee Lewis growl midway down – ‘I’m sick and tired of being tied down… so I packed up my guitar, and threw it in the trunk. Gonna have myself a ball, just keep playin’ those good old songs. Let’s dance, let’s dance, pass that bottle around’. The joy bursting out of the mix is impossible to miss. So while it’s ‘Hats Off To Del’ and ‘S’Long Baby’, perhaps most importantly, on his own evaluation, it’s also ‘Rock On’ too…

Sunday, 27 May 2012

TWO INTERVIEWS: CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL



CREEDENCE CLEARWATER
REVISITED: BAD
MOON RISING (AGAIN)

“Bad Moon Rising”, “Proud Mary”, Up Around The Bend”,
Andrew Darlington investigates the latest incarnation of classic
Rock band CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL,
asks why John Fogerty is suing, and what angry young
New Wavers The Cars are doing involved in the project...? 



Before you ask, no. Creedence Clearwater Revisited are not a tribute band.

For a space on the precipice at the sixties end, Creedence Clearwater Revival were just about the hottest Rock band on the planet. At a time when there was a tedious drift towards maudlin country, or towards involved improvisational solos CCR slammed back with a run of hard-edged singles characterised by driving guitar riffs, churning rhythms and tight catchy-as-hell songs. Creedence Clearwater Revival, of course, is John Fogerty. His songs. His voice. ‘Creedence’ taken from a friend’s name. ‘Clearwater’ from a TV Beer ad. And ‘Revival’, as a manifesto of back-to-basics intent. The core was songwriter John and brother Tom Fogerty. But that’s not the whole story. Fogerty may have been the maverick genius. But the band were propelled by the faultless rhythm duo of Stu Cook and Doug ‘Cosmo’ Clifford who provide the tight support structure. It’s their driving mood-sensitive rhythm section that powers Creedence. There from the very start. It’s Doug’s drums and Stu’s bass you hear on all those ‘Creedence Gold’ (1972) hits compilations, on the ‘Forrest Gump’ soundtrack, and over the chilling comedic opening sequences of ‘An American Werewolf In London’. It was that line-up which held fast throughout the hits – “Bad Moon Rising”, “Proud Mary”, “Up Around The Bend” and the rest. Then – they were there at the very end, following Tom Fogerty’s departure, clear through to the final split in 1972. So it’s only natural that it’s Stu and Cosmo powering Creedence Clearwater Revisited, on their current tours, and on their highly listenable ‘Recollection’* (1998) album which features a wealth of new takes on old Creedence hits, recorded live across three nights in Alberta, Canada.

So what’s this new incarnation’s current relationship with John Fogerty…?

‘With John Foe-gart-y…? There is no relationship. John is suing us!’ There’s a tense moment of dead silence, as though I’ve asked an inappropriate question, until ‘yeah. It’s a real pain in the ass – right, because all we’re about is celebrating HIS music, as well as the band’s, you know? We put ‘Revisited’ together so Doug and I could play Creedence music for Creedence fans, before we got too old to travel, ha-ha-ha! That’s the whole premise of this project. And I think it does great honour to the original band, it celebrates the music in a very late-nineties way. And right now, with the release of this CD many more doors have begun to swing open for us. So yeah, he’s suing us, and it’s a tremendous waste, but whatever he’s doing, it’s not slowing us down.’

Stu is the geeky-looking guy in specs and poodle-cut hair on all those old album covers, beside the huge and massively bearded ‘Cosmo’. Only difference now is ‘I’ve got less hair, and more weight, ha-ha-ha!’ Fogerty met Cooke and Clifford at school – Portola Junior High to be exact, in blue-collar El Cerrito, California, and even before John’s older brother Tom expanded the line-up to a four-piece they were playing garage-band Rock ‘n’ Roll together as a teen trio. It was that unchanged and unchanging personnel which played all the seedy Bay Area Bars and Clubs as the Blue Velvets before signing to Fantasy and recording – first as the Golliwogs, and finally as Creedence Clearwater Revival. And while the rest of the world was going through its most indulgent Hippie-Trippy phase CCR were reaching out for the future, by way of the past, by plugging their gutsy ‘Swamp-Rock’ directly into their Blues and R&B roots. ‘Yes. Our format was based on the single record. The three-minute 45rpm single. When we were learning and first turning on to music, we grew up listening to that. There weren’t any ‘albums’, except for collections of singles. No-one made CONCEPT albums! So – to us, the best approach was not to be indulgent. We rehearsed a lot, and we didn’t waste much time in the studio. We just went for it. We played the stuff pretty much live, what you hear is basically live takes, just the four of us, Rocking! Initially our approach was to get the job done in two or three minutes. We had the end-product in mind, rather than the ‘Summer of Love’ approach ...although I mean, we later became as indulgent as anybody, ha-ha-ha. But there’s really nothing about the music that would demand a much more in-depth approach. It’s pretty straight-ahead. I tell you, John’s vocals on “Travellin’ Band” are unreal, off the planet, and the band is rocking too. That’s as REAL as it gets. Even today, that may still be – like, one of the best vocals ever.’

Fogerty’s three-minute visions conjured up a mythic America that felt timeless, but with an apocalyptic bad-acid edginess that chimed with the violent unease of the Vietnam War years. And Creedence were considered sufficiently a part of the scene to play ‘Woodstock’. ‘Yeah-yeh, we headlined Saturday night, but because we were not included in the Movie or on the soundtrack album, most people don’t even realise we were ever there! It’s a shame. My band didn’t FIT INTO that scene in the classical sense, but it wasn’t like we were totally outside of it either. We came from the same San Francisco Bay area as The Grateful Dead, Quicksilver (Messenger Service), Janis (Joplin), Jefferson Airplane. I lived in the Bay area when this was all happening. So we were a part of it to some extent whether we wanted to be or not, just because of the timing and the geographical proximity. We played the same ballrooms, the Fillmore Auditorium, and Winterland – it’s just that we had a different approach. I enjoyed the music scene that was going on, it’s all part of my musical experience. I saw Frank Zappa & The Mother Of Invention at the Fillmore. The other act on the bill was Otis Redding. It was a postponed show, because they were originally planned to play the day Martin Luther King was assassinated. And as a result they rescheduled the show and held it the following week. And I remember sitting on the floor – and just loving Otis Redding so much, and being so BORED by Frank Zappa. It was just too MENTAL, as if it was designed to challenge my attention-span. Whereas with Otis there was nothing contrived or planned about that. It was just pure Soul Music. Otis Redding was the best you could get. As REAL as it gets.’ The story says a lot about Creedence. With them, it’s always emotional intensity over artiness. Energy over artifice.

And ‘Real’ is the greatest compliment in Stu’s vocabulary. ‘It’s that quality people recognise in ‘Revisiteds’ music too’ he adds. ‘And now, with this new product we’re already starting to get attention from promoters, so we might be back touring Europe – the UK and Ireland, as early as 1999. But for sure by 2000. We’re very proud of our album, production-wise it’s a great recording, and there’s some fine performances. Elliot Easton – our guitar player (formerly of Punky New Wavers The Cars), really jumps on this material, and he has three pretty long extended solo’s on “Suzie Q”, “Run Through The Jungle” and “Heard It Through The Grapevine” – that’s a seventeen-minute version now, ha-ha-ha. The DEFINITIVE Creedence version of it. John Tristao, the lead vocalist is just fantastic with this material, his “Long As I Can See The Light” is an excellent version, and “I Put A Spell On You”. And we’ve added a fifth member – Steve Gunnar to overdub keyboards, harmonica, percussion and acoustic guitar. He helps add an extra dimension and fills out the sound of the performance in the live situation.’

But wait, isn’t the fusion of Creedence Clearwater with bratty upstarts The Cars, a bizarre combination? ‘It is, on the surface’ he admits agreeably. ‘But you know, if you listen to the Cars records, you hear Elliot just rip off the perfect eight-bar solo. And to me, that was my favourite part of the Cars. I never cared much for the Cars. I liked that they were a very different-sounding band. But without Elliot, I don’t think I’d have been that interested in them. The rest of their sound – the keyboards and synthesizers, is very cold and not very accessible. But Elliot’s playing just puts in that Rockabilly hard-Rock ‘n’ Roll kind-of distorted guitar thing. He makes it organic. Elliot’s roots are the same musical roots as ours too. Urban and Country Blues are some of his first influences – as well as CREEDENCE! When he was much younger, ‘Bayou Country’ (January 1969) and ‘Green River’ (August 1969) were a couple of his favourite albums, y’know, and fronting some of his own early bands they played some Creedence songs…’

Full circle. Creedence Clearwater Revival as the memory. ‘Recollected’ and ‘Revisited’ as the new manifesto of intent. But isn’t that two too many re-re-re’s? The last occasion the original line-up of John, Tom (who died in 1990), Stu and Doug played together was for a one-off school reunion gig – in El Cerrito, in 1983. But now, although the vocals may lack something of the bite and energy of Fogerty’s original, Creedence Clearwater Revisited remain the closest thing to ‘real’ we’re likely to get. ‘We’re not doing anything other than what people seem to want’ Stu persists. ‘If the fans didn’t appreciate the ‘Revisited’ project we’d put it on the shelf. But there’s tremendous positive feedback and enthusiasm about it. So we see no reason to stop or change anything.’

Original version published in:
‘ROCK ‘N’ REEL no.32: Spring 1999’ (UK - April 1999)



CREEDENCE
CLEARWATER
RECOLLECTED

Bass-player Stu Cook was a founder member of
CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL.
He was with them on all their hit singles and classic albums.
Now he – and original drummer Doug ‘Cosmo’ Clifford
are touring and recording with a new Creedence line-up.
Despite litigation from John Fogerty!
Andrew Darlington investigates… 

Creedence Clearwater Revival split in 1972. This is Creedence Clearwater Revisited. A band put together by original drummer and bass player Doug ‘Cosmo’ Clifford and Stu Cook, to tour and record on the strength of their still very-much-in-demand back-catalogue. John Fogerty, needless to say, doesn’t figure in the equation. But any doubts about the wisdom of the project should be placed on hold, says Stu – at least until their live album is given fair consideration. ‘You haven’t heard it yet, huh? Oh – that’s too bad. You should have a good listen to the CD. It’s just a superb album from beginning to end. We’re very proud of it. You think you can get it before you write your piece?’ He oozes genuine concern during our initial encounter.

When the original group were getting it together and playing Clubs and Bars around the San Francisco Bay area, as variously the Golliwogs or The Blue Velvets, they were John Fogerty alongside Doug, and Stu. Later there was Fogerty’s brother Tom as well. Soon – as the hippie bubble burst at the tail end of the Sixties, Creedence Clearwater Revival were dominating world charts with hits like “Bad Moon Rising”, “Green River”, “Sweet Hitch-Hiker”, “Proud Mary” and “Travellin’ Band”. Eight American Top Ten singles in just two years, with a lean brand of blue-collar Rock and R&B. Everything you now think of as the Kings Of Leon, CCR did first, and better. Glory days now recreated with sometimes uncanny authenticity, and other times with new twists on old formulas, on the live ‘Recollection’* album from their current ‘Revisited’ band. Now ‘I’m calling from my home at Lake Tahoe, Nevada’ Stu begins, with an easy and relaxed telephone-interview style. And in response to my next enquiry ‘you’re looking at an old picture? Well, now I’ve got less hair, and more weight, ha-ha-ha!’

Q: Can you talk me through the current album? It’s done live... Q: Yes, it is, it’s totally live. ‘Recollected’ is made up of three concerts performed in Alberta, Canada, about the middle of November (1997). They’re all complete songs. We took the best takes from each evening. Mostly we had three to choose from, but some nights – because of technical problems, we only had two options. But we just went with the best one, and made a complete set. A complete show. I think it does great honour to the original band, and it celebrates the music in a very late-nineties way. You should check out our new version of “Suzie Q”. And “I Put A Spell On You”. “Long As I Can See The Light” is an excellent version too. Give it a FULL listen, and see if you don’t agree that Doug and I – and our band, have done a fantastic job of celebrating the music and recreating the sound.

It’s all familiar material, you haven’t added to the repertoire. It’s all material recorded by the CCR quartet. We don’t play any material recorded by the trio, because Doug and I don’t feel that represents Creedence work at all (Tom Fogerty quit the group in 1972, and they subsequently recorded the final Creedence album, ‘Mardi-Gras’ (April 1972) as a trio). And no, there’s nothing on this record that’s new – except for our performance! Mainly, it’s a great recording production-wise, the sound is very good, and there’s some great performances. Elliot Easton – our guitar player (formerly of The Cars), really jumps on this material, and he has three pretty long extended solo’s on “Suzie Q”, “Heard It Through The Grapevine” and “Run Through The Jungle”. John Tristao, the lead vocalist (and rhythm guitar) is just fantastic with this material, and we’ve added a fifth member – Steve Gunnar to overdub keyboards and harmonica, percussion and acoustic guitar. He helps fill out the sound of the live performance.

Is it still good working live? Ah – that’s the whole premise of this project, Andy. We put it together so Doug and I could play Creedence music for Creedence fans, before we got too old to travel, ha-ha-ha! We’ve toured Europe twice now, in 1996 when we played Scandinavia, Germany and Spain. And this year (1998) when we did Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania... and Germany, twenty-two shows in thirty-one days. Our tours were mainly based on where CCR is the most popular. Creedence stuff stills sells, like, two million CD’s a year. But current sales of the old catalogue in the UK or Ireland, Spain, France or Switzerland show that we don’t sell as much THERE as we do in Scandinavia and Germany. So we haven’t made it to the UK yet, but right now, with the release of this CD many more doors have begun to swing open for us, and we’re already getting attention from promoters, so we might be back as early as 1999. But for sure by 2000.

You and Doug started out, with John Fogerty, as early as 1959, going on to record seven Beatles-style singles as The Golliwogs (between 1965-67), including one called “Brown Eyes Girl”. Was that the Van Morrison song? No. No it’s not, it’s a completely different song actually.

People associate Creedence with John Fogerty’s songs, but your first American hit single (as CCR) was a cover of Dale Hawkins’ “Suzie Q”, a version spread over both sides of the record as Part one and Part two. The album it came from – ‘Creedence Clearwater Revival’ (July 1968) also included Screaming Jay Hawkins’ “I Put A Spell On You”, and other old R&B songs. While cover versions were to remain an important part of your set. Correct. And again, “I Heard It On The Grapevine” (the original eleven-minute CCR version is on the July 1970 ‘Cosmos’s Factory’ album) was a cover of a Motown classic, a (Norman) Whitfield (Barret) Strong song.

Once you broke through commercially, particularly with the ‘Bayou Country’ album (January 1969), the press labeled you ‘Swamp Rock’. Even though you come from California, which is hardly noted for its swampy terrain! Well, you know, the media will eventually put a label on you no matter what you do. And they never paid any attention to where we were from. The music sounded like ‘Swamp Rock’ or ‘Louisiana Bayou’ to them and so that label just stuck. I guess we should be happy that we at least have a label, huh?

There must have been a strong collective bond within Creedence, as you maintained a constant line-up throughout the band’s lifetime. There were no changes. Not ‘till Tom Fogerty departed in ‘72, no. And – honestly, we rehearsed a lot, and we didn’t waste much time in the studio. We just went for it. What you hear is live takes, basically. We played the stuff pretty much live. You know, the vocals and the lead guitar were obviously done again, or added later. But the band playing the music is THE BAND! That was just the four of us rocking. So there’s nothing, there’s really nothing about the music that would demand a much more in-depth approach, I don’t think. It’s pretty straight-ahead.

At the time you emerged the scene was dominated by Hippie indulgence, experimentation and long meandering solo’s, whereas you were very much against that, you stuck very much to traditional Rock value. Yes. Quite a lot... but our approach was more with the end-product in mind, rather than the ‘Summer of Love’ approach. That, and – you know, our format was based on the single record. The three-minute 45rpm single. That was the approach we took. That was what we grew up listening to, when we were learning, and first turning on to music. There weren’t any ‘albums’, except for collections of singles. No-one made a CONCEPT album! So – to us, the best approach was not to be indulgent. Initially the approach was to try and get the job done in two or three minutes, and not to... although I mean, we later became as indulgent as anybody, ha-ha-ha.

But you toured on the same bill as all the big Hippie bands. Did you socialise and fit right in with those other musicians? Right. Right. The Grateful Dead, Quicksilver (Messenger Service), Janis (Joplin), Jefferson Airplane. We all came from the same area, the San Francisco Bay area. So yeah, I thought so, I lived in the Bay area when this was all happening. And even though my band didn’t FIT IN in the classical sense, I was able to personally enjoy all the music scene that was going on. All that has become part of my musical experience. And I think Doug too. And to an extent, Tom. I don’t know about John. But, whether we wanted to be a part of it or not, we were a part of it to some extent just because of the timing and the geographical proximity. So, y’know, we were there. We played the Ballrooms many times. We played the Fillmore, and Winterland – so, I mean, it wasn’t like we were totally outside of the scene. It’s just that we had a different approach to it.

It must be impossible to pick out one memory from that time, or a memory of one musician or band you played with, but could you try? When you played with Zappa perhaps (at the Denver Pop Festival – 27th June 1969)? You know, I don’t know if we ever did play with Zappa. But I saw Zappa at the Fillmore Auditorium. The other act on the bill was Otis Redding. It was a postponed show. A rescheduled show, because they were originally planned to play, but on that day Martin Luther King was assassinated. And so they postponed the show, and I think held it the following week. And I remember sitting on the floor – and just loving Otis Redding so much, and being so BORED by Frank Zappa. It was just too MENTAL. I think a lot of it was designed to challenge my attention-span. Whereas with Otis there was nothing contrived or planned about that. It was just pure Soul Music. The best. Otis Redding was the best you could get.

You also played on the same bill as Little Richard, didn’t you (at the Atlanta City Festival – 1st August 1969)? I don’t recall playing with too many of older guys. Maybe we might have done a TV show or some kind of a gathering with him, y’know – a Festival or something. But I do remember once we played with Howlin’ Wolf, at one of our early early shows in Southern California. It was wonderful for us because that was... that kind of Chicago Blues music, was pretty important to us. It goes right to our musical roots as well. To actually play with him was just fantastic. And we actually got to hook up with a lot of our heroes. Johnny Cash, the Everly Brothers, Rick Nelson were all people we actually got to meet along the way, and sometimes perform with. The stuff that we grew up on. So – those are great moments.

I’m intrigued by the story behind your excellent single “Travellin’ Band” (a US no.2 in March 1970), lyrically it’s an autobiographical account of your life-style as musicians in a touring Rock band... but then Little Richard sued you over the song (a suit claiming it plagiarised “Good Golly Miss Molly”). Yes, well – it was his publishers that sued actually. I don’t believe it was Little Richard himself. But there’s always the fine line between a ‘lift’ – when you’re stealing, and a tribute. I mean, obviously the song was meant as a tribute to Little Richard. But his business people felt that it was too derivative, and so that always messes up what should be a good thing. Sometimes the business gets in the way and it becomes a sour thing. But I tell you, John’s vocal on that record is unreal, off the planet. That – today, may still be – like, one of the best ever vocals. And the band is rocking too. That’s as REAL as it gets.

There’s now a huge backlog of covers of CCR songs, from Hanoi Rocks (“Up Around The Bend”), to Tina Turner (“Proud Mary”), to a recent electro-Dance version of “Long As I Can See The Light”. Oh yeah? I’d like to hear that one.

One journalist at the time suggested that, because of your intuitive feel for the kind of R&B-based Rock ‘n’ Roll he seemed to have become alienated from, CCR should kidnap Elvis Presley and record an album with him. That never happened. But the next best thing, Elvis did record “Proud Mary”, a song you had a part in creating. He did, yeah. We actually went to see Elvis the night he played it, and he dedicated it to us. He knew we were in the audience. I think it was the Oakland Coliseum, a big big place. And yes – it’s certainly ‘another-world’ experience. At the time it was just amazing that we even had a career of our own y’know, ha-ha-ha – to be honest with ya! We were still pretty much overwhelmed by all that.

Since the break-up of the original band you’ve all been involved in various projects. Tom in Real Estate (until his death from tuberculosis in September 1990). John in successful solo albums like ‘Centerfield (a US no.1 in 1985). While you’ve done production work, and played with Doug Sahm’s Tex-Mex Trip Band. Oh yeah – ‘Groovers Paradise’ (1974). That just ‘happened’, I don’t know how. A mutual friend introduced us to Doug Sahm. And he said ‘hey, you guys wanna play with me?’ And Doug (Clifford) said ‘hey, you looking for a producer?’ We owned a recording studio at the time, so it just kinda all fell together. That was the first album, subsequently Doug has made two additional albums with Doug Sahm – spaced over the last twenty years.

Movies have something to do with the continuing interest in Creedence music. You’re on the soundtrack to ‘Good Morning Vietnam’ (with Robin Williams, 1987). While “Bad Moon Rising” is used very effectively in the opening sequences of John Landis’ ‘An American Werewolf In London’ (1981) which is still shown regularly on TV. That was an excellent usage of it, y’know. And it was a successful film. That helps maintain awareness of the music, and spreads it to new fans as well. But that’s quite an old film actually. We had “Fortunate Son” in ‘Forrest Gump’ (1994). And a film called ‘The Big Lebowski’ (directed by Joel and Ethan Coen, 1998) has two Creedence songs in it. It’s the big hit domestically over here in the States this year – although I haven’t seen it yet. And I don’t know how it’s fared with overseas distributors. But we do get a lot of interest... and that’s where we get a lot of our new twenty-five-year-old and younger audience from. Sometimes between thirty to fifty-percent of the audience at ‘Revisited’ concerts wasn’t even born when we were recording, which is wonderful. When ‘Creedence Revisited’ started we had no idea of that tremendous amount of new fans, new enthusiasm.

There does seem to a high level of inter-generational awareness of music at this time. A Rolling Stones concert also seems to cut across age ranges. It’s exactly the same thing for us. We can’t... no-one can explain why this is happening. I mean, there’s lots of reasons, right? CD’s are a great part of it, the reissue of back-catalogues. Classic Rock Radio in the States too, where the kids can listen, and push a button if they don’t like a song. Or if they DO like a song. Kids like Creedence, the Who, the Doors, or Zeppelin, as much as their parents do. They know the music, and a lot of them know the words better than I do. Shocking!

The ‘Revisited’ fusion of Creedence Clearwater with Elliot Easton, formerly of bratty New Wave upstarts The Cars, seems a bizarre combination on paper. It does on the surface. But Elliot’s roots are the same musical roots as ours. When he was learning to play guitar he was listening to guys like Mississippi John Hurt and Robert Johnson – and so the Blues, Urban and Country Blues, are some of his first influences – as well as CREEDENCE! When he was much younger, ‘Bayou Country’ (January 1969) and ‘Green River’ (August 1969) were a couple of his favourite albums, and fronting some of his own early bands they played some Creedence songs. So anyway, he was introduced to me by a mutual friend and we developed somewhat of a relationship as friends before Doug and I started this project. So when we got around to putting names and faces together, Elliot was my first suggestion, and turned out to be our first choice.

The obvious final question concerns your current relationship with John Fogerty. With John? There is no relationship. John is suing us! Yeah – right, we don’t quite understand what he expects to gain from it, but it’s a tremendous waste and we’d be eager to see it behind us, but it’s his decision and he’s going to have to come to terms with the situation, and make that decision. Hopefully he’ll make the correct one. Whatever he’s doing, it’s not slowing us down. It’s a real pain in the ass, because all we’re about is celebrating HIS music, as well as the band’s, you know. We’re not doing anything other than what people seem to want. If the fans didn’t appreciate the ‘Revisited’ project we would certainly put it on the shelf and find something else to do. But from everything we’ve seen there’s tremendous feedback, positive feedback and enthusiasm about it. So we see no reason to stop or change anything that we’re doing.

Thanks for your time. Good speaking with ya, Andy. And hey – would you mind sending me a copy of what you write? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to locate the publication in any kind of timely manner. I’d be glad to give you my mailing address…?


 *‘RECOLLECTION’ by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVISITED (SPV 2CD 085-29232, US label Fuel 2000, June 1998) First album by Creedence Clearwater Revisited, consisting of material originally recorded by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Despite not charting well, the album was certified platinum September 19, 2007.
Doug Clifford (drums), Stu Cook (bass, vocals), Elliot Easton (lead guitar), Steve Gunner (keyboards, acoustic guitar, percussion, harmonica, vocals), John Tristao (lead vocals, rhythm guitar). Producers: Stu Cook and Doug Clifford at Varese Sarabande Records Inc
All songs written by John Fogerty unless otherwise stated.
Disc One: “Born On The Bayou” (5:20), “Green River” (3:23), “Lodi” (3:19), “Commotion” (2:41), “Who’ll Stop The Rain?” (2:38), “Susie Q” (Eleanor Broadwater, Dale Hawkins, Stanley Lewis - 10:10), “Hey Tonight” (2:36), “Long As I Can Seen The Light” (3:40), “Down On The Corner” (3:03), “Lookin’ Out My Backdoor” (2:44), “Cotton Fields” (Leadbelly – 3:21), “Tombstone Shadow” (3:56)
Disc Two: “I Heard It Through The Grapevine” (Norman Whitfield & Barrett Strong – 15:45), “Midnight Special” (traditional – 4:13), “Bad Moon Rising” (2:18), “Proud Mary” (3:23), “I Put A Spell On You” (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins – 4:36), “Fortunate Son” (2:48), “Have You Ever Seen The Rain” (2:44), “Travelin’ Band” (3:24), “Run Through The Jungle” (8:09), “Up Around The Bend” (3:52)

Friday, 25 May 2012

LIVE: THE BAND & THE DAMNED (1984)


THE MEN WITH
STAGEFRIGHT…

Mark Lavon ‘Levon’ Helm died 19 April 2012.
I thought, The Band. I saw The Band perform, way back in 1984.
So I dug out my long-lost review of the event, intending it as some
kind of tribute-piece. Only to discover Levon Helm had not appeared
with The Band that night. So, as a tribute, this may be a little flawed…

Gig Review of:
THE BAND & THE DAMNED
at ‘NOSTELL PRIORY FESTIVAL’
Wakefield, Yorkshire (24 & 25 August 1984)

Refugees from the 1967 and 1976 revolutions jostlingly assemble in near-identical regalia, and things get confusing. Old ‘New Wavers’ Revival Night gets Doctor & The Medics booed off in antique tribal ritual to create air-space for Chelsea’s ponderous hard-edge riffs and rabble-rousing agit-prop verbal GBH. While Dave Vanian’s finest lose Capt Sensible en route ‘where’s Sensible?’ chant the moshpit – ‘he fucked off to Razzamatazz’ according to Rat Scabies, yet they turn in a Damned-on-45 with “Love Song”, “Neat Neat Neat”, “Smash It Up” and “New Rose” speeding at something faster-miles-an-hour than 250rpm, mixing and matching the Brockwood Fest’s “Anarchy In The UK” with tonight’s “Pretty Vacant”. Roman Jugg acquits himself well standing in for his first live Damned set. But as Robin Hitchcock later confides to me ‘the Damned are just a bunch of old Hippies’, and even later still I catch up with Rat Scabies drumming for Donovan at Leeds ‘City Varieties’ music hall. Can this nostalgia be the escape clause for the post-Punk-Funk-Get-On-Down malaise? Does it matter? Time-warping further back there’s Pallas doing some kinda tribute to Alex Harvey, and there’s Steppenwolf, direct from your local Blockbuster ‘Easy Rider’ rental. Although, own up, I always loved their “Magic Carpet Ride” wall of roaring feedback, ‘fantasy will set you free’, yeah, you bet. And in black head-to-toe leather vocalist John Kay’s resonant “The Pusher” is standout, especially considering the rows of gipsy-stalls bartering Lebanese hash, acid and every dream-menu of hallucinogenic resins, pills and powders known to peoplekind in the Festival runway.

For miles around there’s the Living Dead of two Rock revolutions in their Desolation Row elephants graveyard psychedelic shacks and Hippie tat with joints at a going rate of seventy-pence a time. The trees have leaves of prisms that break the light in colours, in a warped corrupted version of what ‘Monterey Pop’ might have been like. I’ve even disinterred my antique Grateful Dead T-shirt for the occasion, greeted by an amiable ‘hey, Deadhead’. The occasional Mohican looks oddly in context, and there’s not a Frankie Goes To Hollywood T-shirt within eye-shot.

Lurching in with “Shape I’m In”, The Band have lost Robbie Robertson en route, and Levon Helm ducks out this night – for reasons never properly explained. Someone says he refused to fly transatlantic for a one-off concert in the arboreal grounds of a Palladian mansion outside Wakefield. Whatever, they fill in the gaps created by their dual absence by spattering their set with harvested oldies such as Johnny Otis’ “Willie And The Hand Jive” and Rick Danko doing Elvis’ “Mystery Train” (from their ‘Moondog Matinee’ album, 1973), done deceptively simple, but done with consummate craftsmanship. Richard Manuel leans into the mike across his keyboards, head lifted high to harmonise “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” with a cracked soulfulness that lifts itself, ascending above the event. With the guesting Cate brothers, guitarist Earl and Ernie on keyboards, closing in on Garth Hudson for an up-swinging “Up On Cripple Creek”. Van Morrison, steps up to join them for the first encore, “More And More” and – from their highpoint Martin Scorses’ ‘The Last Waltz’ (1978) collaboration “Caravan”. Their second recall consists of their lurching and shuddering Gothic masterpiece “The Weight”. Can this visually non-descript but musically slick group be the same Levon & The Hawks who revolutionised Rock by electrifying Bob Dylan in 1965? Can this short bored paunchy Belfast Cowboy really have written garageland’s finest text – “Gloria”, for Patti Smith, Shadows Of Knight, et al? Does it matter? I think that maybe I’m dreaming… although listening to the playback bootleg tape now, it all sounds scarily amazing.

So, it’s no Levon Helm, and not Sensible at all. But as a luminous postscript to the event the Nostell Priory estate eventually has to summon the good constabulary after the raggle-taggle Traveller’s encampment refuses to be evicted. Thus dragging the Festival’s full arc out into weeks. And as a second add-on, I’d like to thank the girl with the ratty hair dancing in the black sheer top, she made the whole thing even better…!

Monday, 30 April 2012

Poem: 'Alice's Adventures Through The Windshield'


ALICE'S ADVENTURES
THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD /
RAISING X-RATED CHILDREN
IN A P.G.-RATED SOCIETY



I am the victim
of secret Government experiments,
which re-wired my brain with electrodes
reconfigured my gene-code with alien DNA
subjected me to new hallucinogenic chemicals
then tried to make me vote Conservative

I’m the product
of covert operations
which infiltrated my genome with nano-virus
carried out laser-guided surgical strikes
against my nerve-centres and enforced an
embargo against my sexual life-style of choice

I was cloned in Area 51 where
the moon-landing was filmed,
abducted by greys and gene-spliced with Elvis,
gender-reassigned and forced to mate with myself,
my past reprogrammed with false-memory syndrome
– of which these memories are some... but which ?
I taught Manson the chords to ‘Helter Skelter’
I was there with Bush & Blair contriving Iraq
I showed Mary Shelley that Boris Karloff DVD
I was on that grassy knoll in Dallas
I faked the John Lennon shootings

I’m the victim
of a hidden agenda
which genetically modifies my poems,
samples and digitally remixes my syntax,
(available in all formats), deconstructs
and downloads my vocabulary on MP3,
I’ve been detoxed, Roswell’d, and X-Filed,
so this poem... if it ever
gets to be a poem, is the penultimate truth
about the Rosicrucian-Illuminatus-McDonalds-
Global-Military-Industrial-World-Bank-
Papal-K2-Lodge Conspiracy, and the
Men in Black who control them all…



 Published in:
‘BUSWARBLE no.57’ (Australia – Oct 2001)
‘HANDSHAKE no.48’ (UK – April 2002)
‘SCIENCE FRICTION’ edit Paul Rance (UK – August 2002)
‘GARBAJ no.10’ (UK – August 2002)

Book Reviews: Two By Frederik Pohl


Book Review of:
‘THE WAY THE
FUTURE WAS’
by FREDERIK POHL
(Granada paperback – 1978
ISBN 0-586-05211-9)

‘There is very little that can be said about Frederik Pohl, except everything’ explains Harlan Ellison in ‘Dangerous Visions’. Distrust Golden Ages. All genres have them – Rock, Big Bands, Comics, Movies, and they all tend to happen around the time the story-teller hits that watershed of emotional vulnerability that occurs between puberty and maturity, twixt twelve and twenty. When the soft grey cerebral underbelly is at its most receptive to new high-power inputs. When the guy in the movie says ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’s been going downhill since Buddy Holly died’, it says more about his own state-of-adolescence than it does about either Rock ‘n’ Roll or about Buddy Holly.

Frederik Pohl’s autobiography is sub-titled ‘Science Fiction’s Golden Age recalled’. You get the picture? Demonstrably the best SF ever written on this planet did not appear in magazines like ‘Thrilling Wonder’ or ‘Super Science Stories’. Pohl himself states as much – he admits that ‘the worst of modern television is not quite as brainless as the average pulp story of the Twenties or Thirties’. But that’s where his allegiances lie because that’s when he first became a ‘practitioner of the solitary vice of Science Fiction’. He was a ‘tall skinny guy with glasses’ caught up in a Depression Years’ escapism industry, a boy Bolshevik with acne prominent enough to be taken for an ‘auxiliary nose’. In those far-off days, membership of the Young Communist League held in tandem with membership of the Futurians SF fan-group presented him with no contradictions because both were progressive, both offered tantalisingly vibrant visions of tomorrow harnessed to that same smug clique elitism of being on the inside of that fantastic vision.

‘Reality is a terrible annoyance to a novelist’ he can concede, while simultaneously getting down to the gritty and torturous reality of creating Golden Ages for later generations through a non-stop barrage of fine books. From the sociological SF of ‘Gladiator-At-Law’ (1955) about multinational capitalism at war, ‘Slave Ship’ (1957) about the military training animals to fight wars, and novels as bizarrely compulsive as the utopian ‘Jem’ (1979), or as breathtaking as ‘Gateway’ (1977), the Nebula-award winning opening to his acclaimed ‘Heechee’ series. All the while charting other people’s blueprints as Literary Agent and Editor. Much of the way we now think about Science Fiction was shaped by the persistent nudging of Frederik Pohl.

His remembrance of things (and futures!) past is contagiously readable, loose as only a pulp survivor can be, jokey, bustling with anecdotes about Harlan Ellison and Lester Del Rey trashing a restaurant, about John Campbell testing out the ideation of ‘Analog’ editorials by systematically provoking arguments with every luckless individual who stumbles into his office, and about now-forgotten hacks sweating out ten-thousand words a day – filling entire magazine-editions under half-a-dozen pseudonyms, and still coming out of it broke! The book bulges with typewriter portraits and line-sketches that are lethally accurate, perceptively humorous and gently mocking. What such tales lack in the critical objectivity of – say, the ‘Billion Year Spree’ school of cool academicism, or the ‘Hell’s Cartographers’ nuts-and-bolts self-historification, they balance out with meandering intrigue, fascinating diversions, and Pohl’s own distinctly bragging easy-on-the-eye word-flow.

Born in 1919 he was inoculated into SF early. If you think Mark Perry’s punk-era ‘Sniffin’ Glue’ invented the fanzine you’re over half-a-century late – Pohl was doing that in Brooklyn round about the time he was discovering sex. By nineteen (and page 57) he’d already made his first professional sale (a poem, “Elegy To A Dead Planet: Luna” to ‘Amazing’) – and rapidly, in succession had become pro editor of two magazines, enabling him to buy stories from himself! As his tale unfolds he pulls few personal punches. He relates details of his four marriages, a World War, and his artistically successful but commercially disastrous seven-year spell as a Literary Agent. Among other legends, he represented expert dreamers like Isaac Asimov, John Wyndham, and Clifford D Simak (‘of the top fifty SF writers in the early-Fifties, I represented at least thirty-five!’). Yet he still managed to emerge $30,000 in debt! He went on to edit both ‘Galaxy’ and ‘If’ clear through the sixties – ‘the pay was miserable. The work was nerve-ending. It was the best job I ever had in my life’. Yet, pursued by this dogged ‘Fool-Killer’ of a ludicrously absurd and terribly annoying reality, he still found time to write, write, and then write some more – ‘making up lies about things that never happened’ in novels as powerful as the anti-utopian Madison Avenue satire ‘The Space Merchants’ (1953), or through classic short story collections such as ‘The Man Who Ate The World’ (1960), ‘Gold At The Starbows End’ (1972), clear up to relatively recent ‘Platinum Pohl: The Collected Best Stories’ (2005).

Pohl’s visions of tomorrow continue unabated, and if that original simon-pure vision got slightly dog-eared in the process, it remains fundamentally as vibrant. There are unmistakeable lines of continuity. ‘When you invent a new civilised planet’ he explains, ‘you have to invent a new society to inhabit it, when you invent a new society, you make a political statement about the one you live in’. Something of the 1930’s boy-Bolshevik remains detectable in such an analysis. Pohl’s personal Golden Age is pretty stunning.

What ‘a writer has to sell is his own perspective on the universe’ he rationalises, and Pohl’s perspective is well worth the price of admission. Personally, I missed out on his Golden Years, mine came later, but the way he writes it makes you wish you was there. But Golden Ages are constantly renewing. ‘You can blow up the world as often as you like, but there is a future, there is always a future, and while some of it will be bad, some of it will be better than anyone has ever known’. I’ll buy that future – and pretty much any of the others he writes.

Book Review of:
‘PLATINUM POHL:
THE COLLECTED
SHORT STORIES’
by FREDERIK POHL
(Orb Books – 2005 - ISBN 0-765-30145-8)

Frederik Pohl has been writing fiction across more decades than most of us have been alive. Yet his stories seldom betray their vintage. Instead, they chameleon into some timeless Pohl-space that defies time. Sure, in the earliest of these tales – “Let The Ants Try” (1949), there’s a three-hour nuclear war that destroyed civilisation in 1960, but so precise a lapsed-time date detracts nothing from the accelerating plot which switches around through time altering the present with dizzying speed.

While the plot of “Waiting For The Olympians” (1988) – which I’d not read before, vaguely mirrors Dick’s ‘Man In A High Castle’ in which a sci-Rom writer in an alternate present is (reluctantly) persuaded to concoct a fantasy alternate history of a world which sounds suspiciously like our own. There, the resemblance ceases. In his time-stream, the Roman Empire persists, to become global. Here, it is Roman Legions which clash with the Mayan civilisation, not Spanish conquistadors. Christianity never happened, Jesus was let off with a caution, there was no crucifixion, hence the cult based on the cruciform icon never took off. Is that good? Pohl is morally equivocal. He provides no neat equation. In the global Roman Empire there is no war. But there is institutionalised slavery, the morality of which the characters never question. And such matters are incidental anyway. The narrative is mainly concerned with Julius’ brain-storming deadline-haunted search for a plotline for his next novel, in which he’s assisted by friend Flavius Samuelus who just might be a disguised version of Isaac Asimov. Or perhaps not. While he’s threading his restless travels from the London backwaters, through the Imperial city itself and down to Alexandria, there’s a simultaneous further plot-thread – the impending arrival of a first-contact alien delegation. But that’s of lesser importance. When the aliens inexplicably break off contact and return to the stars that’s of lesser consequence than the progress of his seduction of Rachel, and the success of his novel. Not the vital alternate history, but the rejected earlier novel that led to the imposition of his publisher’s thirty-day deadline in the first place. Pohl’s morality can be quirky, if not downright perverse. Why have the aliens chosen not to make contact? Again, you draw your own conclusions. Because Earth still practises slavery? Possibly, but Pohl stays schtum.

Elsewhere, “Day Million” (1966) – which I’d already read several times before, is still a stunning foray into head-spinning future-sex. It originally appeared in ‘Rogue’ – a soft-porn mag… or maybe that’s too strong a term for the time, perhaps a ‘girlie pin-up’ title would be a more accurate description. But what must have made a puzzling read for its sensation-seeking readership retains the potential to amaze as its multi-sexual hyper-evolved protagonists pursue their convoluted but effortlessly inventive courtship. And if Pohl seems unfeasibly pleased that a now-forgotten Liverpool indie-band took their name from his story-title “The Day The Icicle Works Closed” (1959), then the story is way-better than anything that minor-league band ever produced.

“The Merchants Of Venus” (from the August 1972 ‘Worlds Of If’) is a startlingly good, intensely suspenseful novella, and the first of his acclaimed Heechee series set into overdrive by the enigma of the 250,000-year old alien artefacts across the solar system. Its human dilemma centres on Audee Walthers, an airbody driver who exploits visiting ‘Terry’ tourists to the Venus Spindle colony, on a planet other writers had long since bypassed but which Pohl brilliantly reactivates, complete with toxic yellow-green 95% carbon-dioxide atmosphere with fluffy clouds of hydoflouric acid at 20,000-millibar surface pressure, driven by 300kph winds at 270C surface temperature. Venusian meteorological and hesperological conditions are meticulously reasoned, as the arrival of spaceship ‘Yuri Gagarin’ carrying megarich Boyce Cochenour and his WAG-companion Dorotha Keefer offers Audee the opportunity of hunting the ‘Big Pay-Off’. His need for a life-saving liver-transplant gives his urgency extra momentum, or he’ll go into total collapse within ninety days. ‘Liver, bye-bye; hepatic failure, hello’. By contrast, Cochenour is 110, but surgically gen-modified to the physical condition of a muscle-beach man half that age. There’s three-way personal tension in Walthers’ seashell-shaped craft as they go prospecting the super-hostile terrain for an unlooted Heechee warren in the restricted South Polar Security Area, where it becomes clear that Cochenour’s need is as urgent as Walthers, with his wealth – and hence Walthers pay-cheque, in doubt. With the digs as bare as his bank account, and both with nothing left to lose, they follow an earlier lead to Trace C in the military exclusion zone. It’s almost a treasure map marked ‘X’. But, betrayed by Cochenour, with the biological countdown hurtling, and life-support metres running into the red, he and resourceful Dorotha are stranded in the warren as the tale goes into furious meltdown. Suffice to say that, although the military impound his unlooted discoveries in the warren, his pay-off covers med-expenses. He gets the girl, and the new liver. In fact, something of Cochenour will stay a part of him always. Brilliant! With just about every S-Fictional ingredient any reader could possibly want.

The most recent of the thirty titles in this fine collection – “The Mayor Of Mare Tranq”, rescued from a 1996 anthology, is a playfully affectionate tribute portraying fellow-writer and sometime-collaborator Jack Williamson as the man who saved JFK from the Dallas assassination, and as a reward gets to crew the Apollo moon-launch alongside Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. Consistent with his five decades-plus of stories, it shows that to Pohl, all of time and all of space are tinker-toys to make and re-shape at whim. Always have been. These are stories that creatively crumple reality into imaginative paper-shapes, and seldom give their age away.

Expanded from a feature on website:
‘THE ZONE: BOOKS’ (UK – February 2007)

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

CD Review: The Creation: Our Music Is Red, With Purple Flashes'


‘CREATION: OF
A GAUDY LEGEND’

The story of a gaudy 1960’s legend seen through
the distorting perspective of CD compilation:
‘THE CREATION: OUR MUSIC IS
RED – WITH PURPLE FLASHES’
by CREATION (Edsel Records DIAB 857, 1998)

How Does It Feel To Feel…? It feels like this. Snap-drum steps, then creaking and groaning like some monstrous wounded mutation crawling, dragging itself comfortably numb into a dense wall of taut short-fuse distortion, strafed by tortured squeaks and squeals of burring guitar in pain. Creation can be awesome. So who gives a damn about Creation – yet another lesser mid-sixties band with two minor chart entries? Ask Jimmy Page. He requisitioned Eddie Phillips tetchy-rasping violin-bow droning Gibson 335-guitar technique at the very inception of Led Zeppelin via his stint with the Yardbirds. Ask the Sex Pistols. John Lydon named Creation’s “Life Is Just Beginning” as one of his favourite singles on a July 1977 Capitol Radio interview. Ask Ron Wood, John Dalton of the Kinks, or Kim Gardner of Ashton Gardner and Dyke, they all served briefly in the Creation line-up. Ask Shel Talmy, producer, co-conspirator and some would say creator of the Kinks and the Who. He always talked of Creation with high regard. Ask Raw Records who reissued a double-‘A’-side single of Creation’s “Making Time” c/w “Painter Man” in the midst of the Punk explosion, and a decade after their initial vinyl incarnation. They did not seem out of time. Then Alan McGee not only used the group’s name to title his influential new record label in 1983, but was even instrumental in reforming Creation to record new material for his label. And finally, why not thank the invaluable Edsel archivist label who compiled the most complete yet anthology of the original group’s braincell-blazing work – ‘The Creation: Our Music Is Red – With Purple Flashes’, uniting both sides of all the singles, plus rare Germany-only material, and previously unreleased tracks salvaged from the archives of oblivion.

Creation are something of a cult. A flash and gaudy legend.

Correctly, John Reed’s liner-notes make claims for Creation as ‘the ultimate exponents of freakbeat’. But in their time they more perfectly epitomised Op Art in UK Pop-Rock. Op, or Optical Art, specialised in the manipulation of strong, distinctive, deliberately disturbing visual effects. Bridget Riley rammed geometrical black and white vortices of lines, squares and angles that affect the observer’s sense of perspective. Two-dimensional, immobile, they nonetheless appear to ripple, shift and move, slithering dizzyingly and confusingly across the optic nerves in a quite disconcerting manner. A spin-off of Pop Art, both styles were picked up and plundered by the image-hungry aware of Swinging London through exhibitions – and later through glossy Mod journals like ‘Rave’, and TV Shows like ‘Ready Steady Go’. Both of these august institutions promoted Op Art rock bands.

Flip out the sleeve of that first Who album, ‘My Generation’ (1965), get a load of the jacket John Entwhistle is wearing, made out of a Union Jack, remember the spiral bulls-eye pattern on Keith Moon’s T-shirt in early TV-slots? That was a marketing of Op Art. While those distorted guitar sounds and effects spattered across “I Can’t Explain”, “Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere” and “My Generation” are attempts to translate an optical effect into an aural one. Just as the angry grating guitar solo mid-way on the Smallfaces debut single “Whatcha Gonna Do About It” was also billed as Op (or Pop) Art (the two distinct artistic disciplines tended to blur with general acceptance).

But Creation were the ultimate Op Art band. A group who best epitomised the whole proto-psychedelic movement. Eddie Phillips first told Norrie Drummond of ‘New Musical Express’ that ‘we see our music as colours. It’s purple with red flashes’ (4 November 1966). So explaining their whole theatrical dynamic which was planned and executed as a multimedia assault, from Phillips’ violin-bowing technique and ear-splitting controlled feedback, through vocalist Kenny Pickett who aerosols instant Abstract Expressionist art on stage choreographed to the music, using spray-cans or spattering paint-bombs on canvas-screen backdrop-props which he then rips up and shrapnels at the audience, or ignites into vivid action-art pyres. Sometimes he paints willing girl’s bodies too. And the band’s astonishing singles – while predict the wildness and weirdness of psychedelia to come, tie themselves temporally to the whole visual arts movement better than any released before, or since.

The band got together around May 1966 after metamorphosing from Mark Four. The central element was Kenny Pickett (real name Kenneth Lee), the twenty-one-year old vocalist from Cheshunt – which also happens to be Cliff Richard’s north-of-London hometown. After a spell as roadie with Neil Christian’s Crusaders, and as Blue Jacks vocalist, he would stay the course through most of Creation’s group changes to come. The coexisting vital element was Edwin Michael ‘Eddie’ Phillips, also twenty-one, from Leytonstone, who joined Blue Jacks as lead guitarist, and went on to co-write much of Creation’s finest material with Pickett. Soon after, Jack Llewellyn Jones, a year older and also from Cheshunt, joined on drums. The final element in April 1966, twenty-year old bassist Bob Garner, came from Warrington. Originally named Mark Four, this is what’s usually referred to as the ‘classic’ Creation line-up, although it remained intact for only the first two singles. This is also the line-up that would reform in July 1993. In the promo shots they’re four smarter-than-thou Mods, basin-cut fringes, matching purple shirts, tight hipster pants with broad white pvc belts, and a cool sharp demeanour, cavorting in vaguely esoteric settings, with an edge of Floydian wackiness. They ceased being Mark Four when they inked a management deal with the Arthur Howes Agency, under Tony Stratton-Smith who was also hard-scrabbling, but would soon become a mover and shaker with Charisma in the Prog-Rock 1970’s. And The Creation – a name supposedly lifted by Pickett from a book of Russian poetry, is a great name, sucking in everything from the primal Big Bang detonation to the biblical creation-myth via Haydn’s oratorio. Then there’s the artistic process of creation that sluices in another set of equally-evocative allusions…

Located around the same timespace nexus there was this American called Shel Talmy, a one-time classmate of Phil Spector according to legend. Talmy arrived in London in 1963 to achieve the dubious distinction of turning the Bachelors – previously a harmonica novelty act, into a top ten vocal group. He redeemed himself a year later – and created the seeds of his own legend by acquiring an independent production deal with Pye. An arrangement that led to the Kinks, and from then until the 1967 sessions that made up their classic ‘Something Else’ album, he produced all their hits. How much of that sound can be credited to the Kinks, and how much to Talmy can be judged by the way he went on to use a modification of the “You Really Got Me” riff as the basis for the first single by his other band. Enter “I Can’t Explain” by the Who, for whom Talmy even penned the ‘B’-side “Bald Headed Woman” (already done as a track on the first Kinks album). Then, like that other pioneering independent record producer, Joe Meek, Talmy ignited his own independent label, and its associated music publishing outlet ‘Orbit’. The label, called ‘Planet’ – barely lasted a year, but during that period it launched Creation.

It is 2nd July 1966. On the ‘Melody Maker’ singles chart the Beatle’s “Paperback Writer” is no.1. While entering the lists at no.45 is “Making Time” by the Creation – the label reads Planet PLF 116. Opening with the sharp shock-detonations of its tight bursting guitar power-riff, them rumbling drums, it morphs into an obsessive-compulsive group-manifesto as written by Pickett & Phillips. In a 1976 ‘Melody Maker’ interview Talmy recalls how the record ‘had the bowed guitar recorded at distortion level, the drums almost as a lead instrument’, with lyrics impatient for change, first demanding ‘why do we have to carry on? always singing the same old song?’ – out with old, dull conformist past, before supplying its own instant-response answer with guitars nagging like urgent toothache, as raw as a graze, they’re ‘lookin’ for an open door’ they’re ‘never taking chances’ for new advances, ‘acting the fool’ because ‘people have their uses’ on the path upwards to greater things. No hesitation. No doubts. Yet the following week confusion sets in – the single is no.49 on ‘Record Mirror’, it is no.40 on ‘Melody Maker’, and no.45 on the ‘Disc’ chart. 16th July it hits no.36 (in ‘MM’, and no.42 in ‘Disc’), and makes a last appearance at no.50 (‘MM’, and no.43 in ‘Disc’).

Right through August, Creation tour. For a while Jack Jones was replaced by Liverpool drummer Dave Preston, the papers blamed illness, but already there were rumours of trouble within the band. But the killer was yet to come. The classic coupling of two Pickett/Phillips songs, “Painter Man” (at 2.48) and “Biff Bang Pow” (a mere 2.23) (Planet PLF 119). This is Op Art as wide-screen as a Roy Liechtenstein cartoon blow-up, ephemeral Pop flash with the trash-aesthetic. The autobiographical lyric sets the back-story about going ‘to College, studied art to be an artist, make a start’ – maybe like Jarvis Cocker, who ‘studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College’?, he ‘studied hard, gained my degree, but no-one seemed to notice me’. It’s already a kinetic junk-art assemblage spinning at 47rpm, a collage as rich as something by Richard Hamilton. Sneering ‘classic art has had its day’, this, it says, is the pulse of now! So he ‘tries ‘cartoons and comic books, dirty postcards, woman’s books, here was where the money lay…’ Peter Blake had snatched teen-beat imagery from Elvis, Fabian and Ricky Nelson, Creation were snatching it back. With a beautiful simplicity it merges into Andy Warholian imagery to ‘do adverts for TV, household soap and brands of tea, labels all around tin can, who would be a Painter Man’. The record is quirky and powerful from the opening chords, through a guitar-break played on barbed-wire, a surprise ‘La-la-la’ break with Who high back-up vocals, into the penultimate scratchy excerpt from “Mona Lisa” violin-bowed into the fade. A Mona Lisa with Marcel Duchamp’s moustache intact, and probably a cheap litho postcard reproduction anyway. In the same flash arty vein the coupling again delves into flash-visuals, ‘Biff Bang Pow gonna knock you out, Biff Bang Pow’ explodes up as if from a superhero graphic-art frame, cut-&-pasted from the speech-balloon of that most Pop Art of artforms the comicbook! Again ‘it’s happening RIGHT NOW’, so ‘do it right now.’, with jagged spluttering guitar-bursts propelled by the Who’s “My Generation” rhythm track overlayed with (then-)trendy references to ‘you’re always around me like a Double-‘O’ spy’.

“Painter Man” charts at no.31 (in ‘Disc’, and no.44 on ‘Melody Maker’) on 29th October 1966, the week that Question Mark & the Mysterian’s “96 Tears” tops the US ‘Cashbox’ Hot Hundred and the Monkees “Last Train To Clarksville” debuts in the UK Fifty at no.50. In the first week of November Creation are welcomed as ‘a most exciting group enters this weeks ‘NME’ Chart for the first time this week – the Creation, at no.22’ (no.38 in ‘Record Mirror’, no.39 in ‘Melody Maker’, & no.26 in ‘Disc’). By 12th November it reached no.20 (in ‘Disc’, no.36 in ‘RM’, no.27 in ‘NME’, & no.29 in ‘MM’). But it gets no higher. 19th November saw it, and Creation, with their final chart appearance at no.34 (in ‘Disc’, no.35 ‘MM’). The same week the “Ready Steady Who” EP and Cream’s “Wrapping Paper” crawl into the Fifty. There’s a tale (repeated in ‘Record Collector: 100 Greatest Psychedelic Records’) that “Painter Man” benefited from Stratton-Smith’s decision to spend £600 buying the record into the charts. Maybe. There are similar smears about Brian Epstein buying the Beatles “Love Me Do” chart-placings. Julian Cope repeats another oft-told oft-denied tale that Creation ‘were so close to making it, Pete Townshend asked their guitarist, Eddie Phillips, to join the Who. He wouldn’t, so Townshend joined the Creation fan club.’ Maybe.

1966 ends with Creation in an odd situation. With two chart platters, and a third provisionally titled “Peeping Tom” lined up for January release, the label went bust. ‘Planet’ ceased to orbit, and Talmy took his wards back to the majors. Creation seem to lose momentum during the uncertainty. With the onset of the New Year the weirdness starts in earnest. Pop, and Op Art became just one of the influences fused into the vast eclectic amorphous monster of acid-fueled West Coast esoterica. But by then, cranked up high on Phillips distorted guitar wranglings, Creation were already being recognised as some kind of pioneers They’d become ‘Ready Steady Go’ regulars, and as psychedelia began infiltrating hip London, cult counter-culture journal ‘Oz’ wrote about ‘Creation, who were always into happenings and were wont to flood the floor of their club off Regent Street or somesuch (at the time) mindtwisting surprise’. ‘Melody Maker’ quoted Talmy thus – ‘they were a very original avant garde act. They used to set fire to stages and things. And Kenny Pickett, the vocalist did action paintings on stage, an idea a lot of people copied. I like original ideas and original groups with original ideas’ (1976 interview). Creation themselves, deadpan, told Norrie Drummond ‘we just want our act to be visual as well as musical. We want to give the public real value for money’. Stratton Smith was more verbal – he explained ‘they paint because they feel like it, not simply because its gimmicky. They just paint when the feel moved to. They experiment with their music too’.

Although the band were relocated to Polydor (who distributed ‘Planet’ anyway), mainstay Kenny Pickett abruptly quit, supposedly to concentrate on songwriting, although Johnny Rogan records in ‘Starmakers & Svengalis’ (Trans-Atlantic Publ, 1988) that Creation’s ‘prospects as a creative unit took a savage blow when key writer/ lead vocalist Kenny Pickett was ousted from the group following a struggle over leadership’. Whatever, it reverberated further inner convulsions. Bob Garner filled in on vocals as new bass-player Kim Gardner was brought in from The Birds. Another single, again produced by Talmy, “If I Stay Too Long” c/w “Nightmares” was issued in June – maybe an indication of that loss of certainty, it was slower harmonic Pop, a little softer, a more blatant attempt at commercialism. Cenceding their clique in-references to art-movements were just too esoteric? After all, Status Quo had followed up their “Pictures Of Matchstick Men” with the string-laden anguish of “Are You Growing Tired Of My Love”. Easybeats had followed “Friday On My Mind” with sensitive love-song “Hello, How Are You?” Both worked their sales magic. Perhaps it would do-the-do for Creation? There’s token lyrical quirkiness, ‘people stopped and stared at me, as if I wasn’t right – Oh no’, but it also provides proof that the band are capable of operating in other gears. But for hard-core fans, the flip more than compensates in the freaky-weird stakes. There are oblique bass figures, odd disconnected clicks and echo-reverbed voices and abrasive creaking noises before the riff kicks in around the nagging insistent hook. ‘I’m in a state of constant confusion… images shifting before your eyes… whining noises inside your head’. An acid trip? A Night of Fear…? until the it’s-all-a-dream opt-out about ‘wake up shouting, sweating with fear’.

Nevertheless, the coupling failed. It vanished without trace, in England. Abroad they were more fortunate. They’d already played an eventful residency at the German ‘Big Ben Club’ in Wilhelmshaven while still known as Kenny Lee & The Mark Four, now “If I Stay Too Long” became their third of three German chart singles, leading to successful headlining dates. A contemporary advertisement bragged of their being the third top touring group and fifth top recording group in Germany in a matter of seven months. They even rushed out a Germany-only album – ‘We Are Paintermen’ in 1967, with the singles broadened out with bonus tracks that would remain unissued in their homeland for years to come. A fairly routine Mod dance-cover of “Cool Jerk”, a 1966 US R&B hit for the Capitols, which might have come from someone like the Action. There was “Hey Joe”, already familiar through versions by Love, the Leaves and the Byrds, but which Jimi Hendrix made his own, and they replicate Hendrix solos with talking interjections. There was also an ambitious attempt at Dylan’s epic “Like A Rolling Stone” edited to a more manageable 2:59mins. In all, it remains a curious grab-bag of material falling short of the classic album they were capable of. And maybe a missed opportunity.

Meanwhile, they go back into the studios with Talmy, with two Eddie Phillips & Bob Garner songs – and a big Polydor publicity push. The result was October 1967 single “Life Is Just Beginning” (at 2.58) and “Through My Eyes” (at 3.05). Despite what had come before, it was a beautiful little single that opens with a bizarre baroque string quartet passage, which fades into the slightly out-of-phase voices chanting the title phrase, leading into a reflective “My Back Pages”-type lyric that runs ‘when I think of all the things I’ve done, in my younger days. Not knowing what was right and wrong, and life’s sorrowful ways’. Moving into now with ‘I just can’t stop to think for you, I must have my fun’, with the unrestrained optimism of ‘there’s so many things to do’, for ‘I discovered yesterday, life has just begun’. The ‘B’-side veers into lysergic-imagery layered with lines like ‘to trip around the world would be OK’, close enough to imply the chemical-catalyst of spiritual change – ‘if you could see through my eyes, you would get a big surprise, things you never noticed before, things you’ve never seen I’m sure’. It’s one of those sniffy-superior ‘I’ve done acid so I know more than you do’ scams. Phillips’ more muscular guitar break is also technically improved, relying on a more conventional, Claptonesque style, while staying clipped Punk-concise. But the single only sold a few copies. I bought one. John Lydon bought one.

Everyone has their favourite shoulda-been band. The sixties more than most. The great underappreciated names who never actually made the grade, while lesser bands high-charted, came and disappeared. The names that persist, celebrated by cult enthusiasts in fanzines and specialist websites. The Action, Artwoods, Idle Race, Johns Children or Dantalian’s Chariot So who gives a damn about Creation – yet another lesser mid-sixties band with two minor chart entries? If I had to nominate my favourite shoulda-beens, it would be Creation. The art-edge gave them a niche frisson. I scrutinised the music press small-ads, alerted by the ‘New Neurosis Melting Minds’ ad-copy for “Painter Man”, the William Morris pastoral-baroque promotional artwork setting on which they’re imposed for the ‘NME’ cover-ad for “If I Stay Too Long”, and the protean surreal-sci-fi panel for “Life Is Just Beginning” which attracted attention, and even a few publicity-friendly accusations of blasphemy. They conjure all manner of speculation that, against the odds, the vinyl is well-capable of living up to. Such detail matters. Crucially, Eddie Phillips – the group’s other sound-defining mainstay, chose this time to take a three-month band-break, preventing the single getting the exposure it deserves. The vocals of “Through My Eyes” plead ‘what a better world it would be, if they’d take some notice of me’. Well, the world didn’t notice. The world, in general, wasn’t listening. It was tuning out…

To fill the period of flux, in February 1968 the earlier Teutonic hit “How Does It Feel To Feel” was put out, their most awesome slab of psych-Rock, its words and phrases clenched around chaos, Eddie Phillips’ zip-gun guitar lacerated and battered from action to reaction. Could it be, one wonders, that some chemical alchemy is infused into these spiralling black vinyl grooves? A suspicion barely dispelled by the catchy Pop it’s coupled with, the mutant nursery-rhyme “Tom Tom” about the ‘pipers son’. But it was too late, to all intents and purposes the band’s assault on the British public was over. The record got lost in the deluge of newer freakier flashier names. Nurtured by fans, and two decades later revived to greater visibility by Ride, “How Does It Feel To Feel” was passed over. Yet there was still one more single to go. In May 1968, Kenny Pickett reconvened a new Creation line-up, with stalwart Jack Jones, while Kim Gardner introduced former band-mate Ronnie Wood out of the Birds. The four toured heavily across Europe. Ronnie later told ‘Q’ magazine that Creation ‘were so big in Germany that once we topped the bill over Diana Ross & The Supremes. I had a taste of being mobbed and Beatlemania in Hamburg, clothes ripped to pieces’. Then “Midway Down” c/w “The Girls Are Naked” became a beautifully strange combination awash with oblique imagery. A Fellini-grotesque carnival sketch populated by the Barker, the Bearded Lady, the Dancing Bear, the Gentle Giant, and the Three-Foot Midget who ‘hopes he won’t be small forever’. And a flipside retro-snapshot of the Soho-after-dark sleaze-life of neon-lit strip-clubs and their seedy clientele. With a title slyly lifted from a poster used by ‘The Windmill Theatre’ to announce the lifting of the Lord Chamberlain’s restrictions on moving nudes on stage, it celebrates strippers, like Trixie-Lee who dance for pervy male delectation. Yet, inexplicably, it stalled.

Creation played their final gig in April at the ‘John Lewis’ store in London’s Oxford Street. Then split. Talmy went on to produce less. To work with String Driven Thing and Pentangle. He co-produced the 1977 Smallfaces re-union album, and tried unsuccessfully to work with the Damned. With eyesight failing, he went into movie production and book publication through the Talmy-Franklin imprint. In the meantime, Creation singles were becoming collector’s items, provoking occasional attempts at a revival of interest. In August 1973 Tony Stratton-Smith’s Charisma rebooted the bands back-catalogue by issuing ‘The Creation ’66-‘67’ (Charisma) reasonably priced at just £1.99 to introduce its new budget series. This first serious attempt to retro-document the group’s history was co-promoted with an album of Orson Welles’ 1938 ‘War of the Worlds’ broadcast radio-transcripts! It was jacketed in surreal-art of an apparently juvenile nude playing bowls, and was accompanied by publicity blurbs drawing attention to, and making its primary selling point, the presence of subsequent star-names Ron Wood of the Faces and later the Rolling Stones, John Dalton of the Kinks, and Kim Gardner of Ashton Gardner & Dyke, who – admittedly, had all been incidental line-up components at one time or another. Sure, it featured “Painter Man” and “Making Time”, but for the first time there were other tracks too, less familiar gems, “Uncle Bert” and “Can I Join Your Band”. The former starts out with the sound of running water, and ends in a madly contagious sing-along chorus. Uncle Bert – a cross between Pink Floyd’s Arnold Layne and the Who’s Uncle Ernie, is lurking deep on Hampstead Heath, ‘rumour has it he’s a tea-leaf’, or a perv or a deviant ‘with his trousers hanging down’. The insane scenario grows even more surreal as ‘a dog named Rover bit his rotting wooden peg, the dog went off with splinters in its teeth, and Uncle’s leg went rolling down the heath’. It’s riotous fun is continued with the irresistibly persistent chant of ‘can I join your band’ over compulsive accelerating rhythms. Telling the back-story of an absentee army-musician father leaving Mummy and the kids starving in the slums, so he pinches his grandmother’s savings to buy a new guitar, and sets about his new career. In sneaking satiric humour ‘my coat is suede, I’m a hippie guy, always stoned and eight miles high’. Such tracks add new highlights to an already lustrous legacy. But essentially, the tale is told. And by that time Kenny Pickett was rumoured to be driving a taxi.

The Creation. Let there be volume. Biff! Bang! Pow! The cartoon-explosion ‘POW!’ on the cover-art of Jam’s ‘Sound Affects’ LP is a direct reference. Their PR handout once claimed ‘this culture will take its place in the world just as the renaissance and Picasso’s blue period have’. Well, maybe. On a marginally more realistic level Talmy was still praising the demised Creation. ‘All those guys knew each other’ he reminisces to ‘Melody Maker’, ‘Pete Townshend used to think Eddie Phillips was the greatest guitarist in Britain and he probably was. He may well be again. He’s been out of it for years, driving a bus for London Transport’. In fact Talmy and Phillips worked together again, produced a Phillips song called “I Don’t Know How You Feel” which has ten guitars overdubbed, combining the energy and attack of Creation with a slightly smoother finish. And Eddie worked with Kenny Pickett too. Talking about Eddie Phillips, Kenny Pickett told ‘NME’ ‘we’ve got this love-hate relationship, a bit like Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend, but that’s what makes our songs brilliant’ (9 July 1994). Later, there would be the genuine full Creation reunion. With more gigs and new records. But they occur outside the focus of this feature. Creation are gone, but they left a flash, gaudy, if slightly dog-eared legend in their wake.


CREATION: THE GAUDY
LEGEND VINYL BY VINYL

‘Dark from the Catacombs of Mind & Memory
Sinuously emergent – traumas rampant!
                                   – ad for “Painter Man”

May 1964 – MARK FOUR – “Rock Around The Clock” (Bill Haley song) c/w “Slow Down” (Larry Williams song) (Mercury MF 815) followed by second Mercury single “Try It Baby” c/w “Crazy Country Hop” (Mercury MF825) the line-up is Eddie Phillips (guitar), Kenny Pickett (vocals), Mick ‘Spud’ Thompson (rhythm guitar), Jack Jones (drums) & John ‘Nobby’ Dalton (bass)

August 1965 – MARK FOUR single “Hurt Me If You Will” (Pickett/Phillips) c/w “I’m Leaving” (Decca F 12204) the line-up is Eddie Phillips, Kenny Pickett, Jack Jones (drums) & John ‘Nobby’ Dalton (bass) who then quit to replace Pete Quaife in the Kinks. The tough group-penned Bo Diddley-esque ‘B’-side features what some claim to be the first extended feedback guitar solo in Rock

February 1966 – MARK FOUR single “Work All Day (Sleep All Night” c/w “Goin’ Down Fast” (Fontana TF 664) with Eddie Phillips, Kenny Pickett, Jack Jones (drums) & Tony Cooke

June 1966 – CREATION single “Making Time” (Pickett/Phillips) c/w “Try And Stop Me” (Pickett/Phillips) (Planet PLF 116) line-up is Eddie Phillips (guitar), Kenny Pickett (vocals), Jack Jones (drums) & Bob Garner (bass, previously of Tony Sheridan Band, the Merseybeats and Lee Curtis Allstars)

October 1966 – “Painter Man” (Pickett/Phillips) c/w “Biff Bang Pow” (Pickett/Phillips) (Planet PLF 119) reaches no.8 in Germany in April 1967. In the UK Creation tour with David Garrick, who had hits with the Rolling Stones’ “Lady Jane” & “Dear Mrs Applebee”

June 1967 – “If I Stay Too Long” (Garner/Phillips) c/w “Nightmares” (Pickett/Phillips) (Polydor 56-117). In February Kenny Pickett had abruptly quit, so Bob Garner fills in as vocalist, with Eddie Phillips, Jack Jones, & Kim Gardner on bass (ex-Birds)

29 July 1967 – Creation play ‘International Love-In Festival’ at London’s Alexandra Palace with Pink Floyd, Eric Burdon & The New Animals, Tomorrow, Blossom Toes and others

1967 – ‘We Are Paintermen’ Germany-only LP also distributed in Netherlands, France & Sweden (Hit-Ton HTSLP 240-037) with “Cool Jerk” and “Hey Joe”, plus French single “Can I Join Your Band” (written by Kenny Pickett) with Phillips, Jones, Garner & Gardner, “Like A Rolling Stone” and studio out-take “I Am The Walker” (Pickett/Phillips) with Pickett, Phillips, Jones & Garner. There’s also a Germany-only single “Cool Jerk” c/w “Life Is Just Beginning”. This album eventually appeared in the UK as a Line LP (OLLP 5234)

October 1967 – “Life Is Just Beginning” (Garner/Phillips) c/w “Through My Eyes” (Garner/Phillips) (Polydor 56-207) with Eddie Phillips, Jones, Garner & Gardner. Eddie quits for three months, then rejoins Creation

4 November 1967 – Creation appear on BBC radio’s ‘Saturday Club’

February 1968 – “How Does It Feel To Feel” (2:58mins) (Garner/Phillips) c/w “Tom Tom” (Garner/Phillips) Polydor 56-230) with Eddie Phillips, Jones, Garner & Gardner (a slightly different 3:04min US mix, with Shel Talmy’s remixed guitar solo, was issued November 1967 on US Decca 32227)

May 1968 – “Midway Down” (Wonderling/Shapiro) c/w “The Girls Are Naked” (Pickett/Garner/Jones) (Polydor 56-246). New line-up convened by Kenny Pickett, with Jack Jones, Kim Gardner & Ronnie Wood (also originally from THE BIRDS) replacing Eddie Phillips. Ronnie claims he was kicked out of the JEFF BECK GROUP on 1 June – his 21st birthday, and immediately joined Creation. Ronnie plays on German recording sessions, documented in ‘Sounds’ (21 May 1977)

1968 – “Bony Moronie” (Larry Williams) c/w “Mercy Mercy Mercy” (Williams) (Germany only Hit-Ton 300-210) with Pickett, Phillips, Jones & ace session-player Herbie Flowers (of Blue Mink & Sky)

1968 – “For All That I Am” (Kahan/Friedland) c/w “Uncle Bert” (Garwood/Pickjohn) (Germany only Hit-Ton 300-235) with Pickett, Jones, Gardner & Wood. Lyrically, the close smooth harmonies of the ‘A’-side seem to be a thank-you for losing his cherry!

April 1968 – CREATION split, leaving unreleased tracks “Ostrich Man” (Pickett/Phillips) – a lyrical near-relation to the Beatles ‘Nowhere Man’, issued in 1982, and “Sweet Helen” (Pickett), not issued in the UK until 1993 1968 – ‘The Best Of The Creation’ (Repertoire REP4736), compilation album issued in Sweden & Germany only

January 1970 – Eddie Phillips plays guitar on PP ARNOLD LP ‘Kafunta’ (Immediate IMSP 017) as part of her TNT Soul Band, various tracks produced by Mick Jagger and Steve Marriott. He’d already played on her July 1968 single “Angel Of The Morning” c/w “Life Is But Nothing” (Immediate IM 067) which reached no.29 on the chart

1972 – single by SMILEY, a new group formed by Bob Garner, of Kenny Pickett song “Penelope"

1973 – release of LP ‘The Creation ’66-‘67’ (Charisma LP CS8) featuring tracks previously unissued in the UK ,“Can I Join Your Band”, “Hey Joe”, “Cool Jerk” & “I Am The Walker” (which is superficially smoother, but with a sinister edge, what is the man with the dog in a bag doing standing beside the river?). There’s a tie-in single “Making Time” c/w “Painter Man” (Charisma CB213)

November 1973 single – “Tell Laura I Love Her” c/w ”Blind Boy” (M & M 10023) confusingly, this is not The Creation, but a similarly-named New Zealand band!

1975 – ‘The Creation’ (UK compilation LP)

1976 – Kenny Pickett & Eddie Phillips start working together and issue singles “Limbo Jimbo” (a cod-Ska rewrite of ‘Painter Man’) and “Little Lolita”. While Shel Talmy produced Eddie Phillips “I Don’t Know How You Feel” and “Be-Bop Mary Ann” single in April

August 1977 – CREATION single “Making Time” c/w “Painter Man” reissued (Raw RAW4) Raw is a Cambridge-based Indie label

17 March 1979 – “Painter Man” a ‘NME’ no.7single for BONEY M (Atlantic/Hansa K 11255) with all the spiky elements smoothed away into novelty Pop, the track is also featured on their Top Ten album ‘Night Flight To Venus’. At least the royalties allowed Kenny Pickett & Eddie Phillips to pursue other projects..!

February 1980 – Kenny Pickett composition “Dancin’ Man” a single for JO-JO LAINE (wife of Denny Laine) on Popular-Hammer label

February 1980 – KENNEDY EXPRESS single “Is There Life On Earth” (Jet 171) one of two singles written & produced by Kenny Pickett & Eddie Phillips

October 1980 – “Teacher Teacher” a 2:35min single for DAVE EDMUNDS & ROCKPILE (Columbia 1-11388), Kenny Pickett/Eddie Phillips composition excellent track too, shoulda charted!! (also featured on the album ‘Seconds Of Pleasure’ Columbia 36886)

October 1980 – newspaper ‘The Observer’ (12 October) claims Kenny Pickett is living with astrologer/author Teri King, and that he co-authored hits including CLIVE DUNN’s “Grandad” (with Herbie Flowers). According to Flowers – who’d played sessions with Creation, he came up with the idea after following an easy primer book on composing. All he needed was a hook, and he was struggling to come up with anything. He phoned Kenny Pickett who came round, ringing the doorbell, and the ding-dong from the doorbell provided the hook he needed. The fact that, on the back of Clive Dunn’s success as Lance-Corporal Jack Jones in TV’s ‘Dad’s Army’ this lumbering novelty reached no.1 (9 January 1971) where all of Creation’s incandescent original work failed proves the basic absurdity of Pop justice! Kenny Pickett & Herbie Flowers also collaborated on tracks for Herbie’s BLUE MINK

May 1981 – THE TIMES, a group masterminded by former-Television Personalities founder Ed Ball, issue Creation tribute single “Red With Purple Flashes” c/w “Biff! Bang! Pow!” (Whaam! WHAAM002)

1982 – ‘The Mark Four & The Creation’ (Eva label Eva 12005, Germany-only LP) all ten tracks cut by Mark Four, plus four by Creation including “Like A Rolling Stone” and “Sylvette”

1982 – ‘How Does It Feel To Feel?’ (Edsel EDCD106, 16-track vinyl compilation extended to 20 for CD) includes 4-page pull-out with pictures, discography & excellent sleeve-notes by Brian Hogg, with “Life Is Just Beginning”, “Through My Eyes”, “Ostrich Man”, “I Am The Walker”, “Tom Tom”, “The Girls Are Naked”, “Painter Man” etc, with tie-in 1984 single “Making Time” c/w “Uncle Bert” (Edsel E5006)

1984 – ‘ReCreation’ (Line label, LP)

1985 – ‘Live At The Beat Scene Club’ (7” EP)

April 1987 – “A Spirit Called Love” c/w “Making Time” (Jet Records 7047) (+ bonus track “Mumbo Jumbo” on 12” EP) Creation reunion line-up

1990 – EDDIE PHILLIPS solo LP ‘Riffmaster Of The Western World (Promised Land) cover-shot shows him playing guitar with his violin-bow against a Union Jack backdrop, includes “The Jimi Hendrix Trilogy’

1993 – ‘Lay The Ghost’ (Grapevine COCRE1, LP) A reformed Creation (Kenny Pickett, Eddie Phillips, Jack Jones & Bob Garner) makes its debut at ‘The Mean Fiddler’ in North London in 6 July 1993, the full 14-track set recorded as this live album which shows them rusty, but with the explosive power still intact. Eddie Phillips wrote off two violin bows during the evening. The first song is “Batman” which segues into “Biff Bang Pow”. The rest of the set consists of “Life is Just Beginning” (played for the first time live), previous live favourites such as “I’m A Man”, “That’s How Strong My Love Is” and “Hey Joe”, a new song “Lay the Ghost” (according to John Reed ‘an attempt to salve the emotional rifts left three decades earlier’), plus “Try & Stop Me”, “Nightmares”, “Tom Tom”, “Through My Eyes”, “How Does It Feel To Feel”, “If I Stay Too Long”, “Making Time” and “Painter Man”. Kenny Pickett returned to his aerosol painting but this time did not set them alight. The album cover painting is by the late, great Vivien Stanshall

1994 – ‘Painter Man’ (Edsel NESTCD 904, UK budget LP compilation) 25-tracks including “Making Time”, both US & UK versions of “How Does It Feel To Feel”, “Can I Join Your Band”, “Sweet Helen”, “Ostrich Man”, “Mercy Mercy Mercy”, “Hey Joe”, “I Am The Walker”, “Uncle Bert”, “Lime A Rolling Stone”, “Cool Jerk” etc

25 June 1994 – cover of “How Does It Feel To Feel” by RIDE reaches no.58 (Creation CRESCD184)

July 1994 – “Creation” c/w “Shock Horror” + “Power Surge” (Creation CRECRESCD200, single) follows the groups appearance at the Royal Albert Hall ‘Creation Undrugged’ party organised by Alan McGee

July 1996 – ‘Power Surge’ (Creation CRECD176, album) new recording (by Kenny Pickett, Eddie Phillips, Bob Garner & Jack Jones), produced by Alan McGee & Dick Green, with “Creation”, “Power Surge”, “Someone’s Gonna Bleed”, “Shock Horror”, “That’s How I Found Love” (which borrows from “That’s How Strong My Love Is”), “Killing Time”, “Nobody Wants To Know”, “City Life”, “English Language”, “Free Men Live Forever”, “Ghost Division”, “O+N”. Sleeve art by Tony Egelnick. ‘Vox’ calls it ‘a mish-mash of stompalong rhythms and mock garage-y attitude which is only saved by the odd hint of psych’ (August 1996)

January 10th 1997 – Kenny Pickett dies of a heart attack. The remaining trio play together for the last time at his wake

1998 – ‘The Creation: Our Music Is Red – With Purple Flashes’ (Edsel DIAB857 label, UK compilation), full 24-tracks with “Making Time”, “Try & Stop Me”, “Painter Man”, “Biff Bang Pow”, “If I Stay Too Long”, “Nightmares”, “Cool Jerk”, “Like A Rolling Stone’, “I Am The Walker’, “Can I Join Your Band”, “Hey Joe”, “Life Is Just Beginning”, “Through My Eyes”, “How Does It Feel To Feel” (UK & US versions), “Tom Tom”, “Midway Down”, “The Girls Are Naked”, “Bony Moronie’, “Mercy Mercy Mercy”, “For All That I Am”, “Uncle Bert” + previously unissued “Ostrich Man” & “Sweet Helen”. Full sleeve notes by John Reed

1998 ‘Creation: Complete Collection Vol.1 – Making Time’ (Retroactive RECD 9002) 20-tracks including “That’s How Strong My Love Is”, “Instrumental No.1”, “I’m A Man”, “Ostrich Man”, “If I Stay Too Long”, “Try & Stop Me”, “Tom Tom” etc

1998 ‘Creation: Complete Collection Vol.2 – Biff Bang Pow’ (Retroactive RECD 9003) with “Painter Man”, “Life Is Just Beginning”, “Sweet Helen”, “Sylvette”, “Can I Join Your Band?”, “Mercy Mercy Mercy”, “Like A Rolling Stone” etc

October 2001 – Kim Gardner dies of cancer in Los Angeles, where he’d been running a pub called the ‘Cat & Fiddle’ on Hollywood’s Sunset Boulevard

2004 – ‘Psychedelic Rose: The Great Lost Creation Album’ (Cherry Red) CDM RED 256 recorded during 1987/1988 with Eddie Phillips & Kenny Pickett unnecessarily sweetened with synths, it includes “Lay The Ghost”, “Psychedelic Rose”, “Radio Beautiful”, “Far From Paradise”, “Doing It My Way”, “Making Time”, “Painter Man” (5:38-min video clip) & “Spirit Called Love” plus two tracks (“United” & “White Knight”) which Eddie Phillips also recorded as part of the ‘British Invasion All-Stars’ LP with Yardbird Jim McCarty and others, & a Spoken-Word history of Creation read by Joe Foster (from the book by Sean Egan) + DVD ‘Red With Purple Flashes: The Creation Live’ also on Cherry Red

2007 – ‘Creation: The Singles Collection’ (Get Back label, Italy only)

July 2008 – “Red With Purple Flashes” (single-sided limited-edition Promo on Planet 240708, 200-only)

July 2011 – ‘Woodstock Daze’ solo EDDIE PHILLIPS album (Skyrocket Records), with “Woodstock Daze”, “Waiting at the Crossroads”, “Dreamers of Dreams”, “Work All Day (Sleep at Night)”, “Biff Bang Pow”, “If I Ever Stop Moving (I’ll Fall Out of the Sky)”, “Mr X”, “Always & Forever”, “I’m Leaving”, “Good Times”, “PsychArelic”

Credit to Brian Hogg ‘Bam Balam’ fanzine
for some discographical details

Original draft-version published in:
‘DIVERSION no.7’ (UK – October 1978)