Sunday, January 16, 2011

Rock and Roll Never Forgets

By Lisabet Sarai




'Cause it seems like you've gotta give up

Such a piece of your soul

When you give up the chase

Feeling it hot and cold

You're in Rock'n'Roll

It's the nature of the race

It's the unknown child

So sweet and wild

It's youth

It's too good to waste

- Joni Mitchell, "The Blonde in the Bleachers"

I was a senior in high school. He was my classmate, the lead singer in a Doors tribute band. He didn't really look much like Jim Morrison but he had that wiry rock 'n roll build, verging on emaciation, like he never ate a square meal - like he survived on pure music. He had narrow hips like Jim's, fingers splayed and battered by his guitar strings, a wild cloud of coal-black hair. With the arrogance of youth, he dubbed himself the Lizard King.


I only kissed him once, at a party the night before graduation, but during the previous year I had watched him play many times. I was seduced by the mystery of rock and roll. Not by the glamor - there wasn't much glamor about a pimply high school kid - but by the sense that rock musicians, my schoolmate included, were some sort of fey creatures, half-angel, half-devil. Creatures with power. They could make you sweat and yearn. They could make you dance even when you swore you wouldn't. Rock and roll had a kind of irresistible, dark magic. Its danger was enticing. It could sweep you away.


I was swept away that night, standing on the dam by the reservoir, tasting his lips for the first and last time, feeling his hands. How many kisses do you remember forty years after the fact? I do remember, remarkably clearly: the mild June night, the wind tangling our hair together, the sense of transgression and of inevitability. Just a few kisses, nothing more, but it's one of my most erotic recollections.


Sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. I don't know about the drugs part, but nobody has to tell you that rock and roll is about sex. Morrison sings, "Come on baby, light my fire." Lennon belts out, "Why don't we do it in the road?" Jagger complains, "I can't get no satisfaction." We all knew what they were talking about, even when we were clueless teenage virgins. Bare chests and gyrating pelvises reinforced the message, but even without the visual reminders, the lyrics and the music make it clear. We're not talkin' about Platonic love, baby.


Sexual energy isn't the only draw of rock and roll, of course. There's the beat that takes you over, dives into your belly and loosens your limbs. I'm convinced that the drums wake some sort of ancestral memory, readying us for tribal ritual. Of course, that ritual might have been tied up with sex as well.


I'm currently reading Keith Richard's biography, Life. I didn't plan this when I scheduled this topic months ago - just one of those weird coincidences. I'm finding the book both entertaining and enlightening. There's a surprisingly candid account of Richard's heroin addiction. (The Stones definitely celebrated the "drugs" part of the unholy trinity.) The stories that amaze me, though, are the accounts of how fabulous songs seemingly came out of nowhere, how classic recordings were caught in one take. Spontaneous genius. Revelation. Like I said, half-angels.


The flip side is that Richards spent his whole life immersed in music. He started playing guitar when he was in elementary school (right after World War II, before rock and roll really existed). He sang in a choir before his voice broke. He quit school and dedicated his life to studying and dissecting the blues. The Rolling Stones were originally a blues band. Who knew?


(Of course, rock and roll has its roots in the blues. But I'm not qualified to talk about that - I didn't really become aware of the blues until the middle of my life. Maybe someone else's post this week will explore this connection.)


So, the flashes of sudden brilliance seem sudden and miraculous, but the foundations had been laid a long time before. When you live and breathe music, your conscious and unconscious seething with melody, rhythm, and rhyme, it's not completely surprising that insights and inspiration bubble to the surface.


It's not all that different from spending your entire life immersed in books and one day vomiting up a novel.


I've never written a story about rock and roll. To be honest, I'm afraid I couldn't capture the magic. I'm not a musician myself. I can imagine what it must be like, up on the stage, energy flowing in an endless circuit from one member of the band to the next, flying higher than any drug can take you. But I really don't know if I can make it real, convincing - if I can seduce my readers the way I've been seduced.


Plus I've read too many tales in the last few years about vampire rock and roll idols (sigh). I think I'm jaded.


And I'm an old fart now, with so many aches and pains that dancing requires an anesthetic. Joni sings, "It's youth; it's too good to waste." I'm grateful that I didn't waste mine, but as the Starship wrote in "Love Rusts", "Youth is something you can't hold on to long".


The music still gets to me, though. We'll be in a bar, having a quiet drink, when the DJ will put on "Under My Thumb", or "Hurts So Good" (John Mellencamp), or "Life in the Fast Lane". And I can't sit still. I'll toss my purse in my husband's lap and jump up into the aisle. I'll pay for it later, physically, but I can't say no to rock and roll.


You know what Bob Seger sings: "You can come back, baby. Rock and roll never forgets." Of course that song also includes "Now sweet sixteen turns thirty one". Thirty one is way back in my past! Still, I haven't become immune to thrill, the buzz, the spectacular way that great rock can turn you on.


I hope that I never do.



5 comments:

  1. Hi Lisabet!

    I was thinking about you there on that night before graduation, and wondering if that guy still remembers kissing you. I'll bet he does. Not only because of you, because of that unique moment. On the other hand, in my case i don;t even remember graduating high school. I just have the diploma somehow.

    For guys like me, the rock and rolls boys have always been this enviable mystery, how they always seemed to get all the girls. There's something about them that makes a blank slate for girls to fantasize on. I was reading your explanation with some curiosity, because I think you explained that mystery well.

    To me the great mystery of the rock star has always been that they had the best of everything - wealth fame and an endless selection of beautiful lovers - and so many of them destroyed themselves. Even Keith richards had these periods where he was miserable. Its the best argument against heaven.

    GArce

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  2. Garce - I think you've captured something here: "There's something about them that makes a blank slate for girls to fantasize on."

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  3. It's so funny that you mention Bob Seeger. I was in 'Angel's' the other night with my 19 year old daughter. They have a jukebox, so I put in my two bucks (!) for five plays. One was 'Night Moves.' When it came on I'd actually forgotten I'd chosen it and said, "Hey, I love this song." I didn't jump up and sway, it being a restaurant and me being with my (MOM!) kid, but boy, did I enjoy grooving to that tune. Remember how it fades almost to nothing and then . . . Night Moves! yeah! I'll tell you one thing. Rock and Roll will never die.

    I get annoyed when people criticise kids for listening to the Beatles etc. "We didn't listen to our parents' music." Yeah, people, that's because YOUR parents' music wasn't rock and roll. Figure it out!

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  4. I heard once that publishers don't buy romance books that center around a band and I always wondered why. They're the perfect hero, the unattainable bad boy. Who doesn't fantasize about that? Great post Lisabet.

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  5. Greetings!

    Thanks, all, for your comments. And thanks for the warning about publishers, Nina! I was just getting tempted.

    Garce - I'm actually still in touch with that guy. In fact I originally asked him to be my guest this week, because he's still very involved with rock music. However, he ultimately bowed out because he was too busy, so I've found another equally fanatic guest.

    I don't think that the rock stars do "have everything", or at least they don't see it that way. But there's this notion that they're against the establishment, tearing down the old institutions. That comes through in the Richards book. (I don't know if today's manufactured bands are the same way, though. Somehow, I doubt it.)

    Looking forward to the rest of the week!

    Oh, and I LOVE the song "Night Moves". Though it's a bit slow for dancing!

    Warmly,
    Lisabet

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