Playing through some truly golden
oldies the other day, I suddenly remembered that one of the
now-forgotten stalwarts and pioneer promoters of Blackamerican
music in Britain was Norman Jopling, who used to write for "Record
Mirror" in the days when it was the only publication that
gave reasonable coverage to what Blackamerica was putting down. It
was he who introduced an R&B Chart to reflect what Blackamerican
records were selling in specialised outlets over here, and who
also generously allocated the centre page spread of "Record
Mirror" to an account of my trip to Motown in Detroit when I was
the first person from Britain to ever go there. Over the years
we've lost touch, but being a pedant for accuracy in recording
cultural history and giving full credit where it is due, wherever
you are now Norman, here's one guy who still admires and
appreciates all you did for our music. Without you being where you
were, when you were, and without your Soulful attitude, who knows
how the history of Soul acceptance in Britain mightn't have
changed for the worse? If anyone out there knows where Norman is
now, I'd be pleased to hear from you.
Mentioning the R&B
chart that "Record Mirror" introduced in the 60s, made me think
about "Music Week", who have also just recently introduced an R&B
chart, and, quite frankly, I can't think of anything more
counterproductive than doing so now at this late stage of the
game, when the term "R&B" no longer applies to a genre of
contemporary music, but is merely a euphemistic term to cover
records which have been made by people of colour. Although no
doubt well intentioned, it is, kindly meant or otherwise, a chart
based on nothing but race, and, as such, could well create another
ghetto from which artists of colour will have to strive twice as
hard as their white counterparts to escape.
I was very late
coming to CDs, being, as is well known, an ardent devotee of the
45rpm single, but I must say, CDs have been a boon in reissuing
back-catalogue, as well as many tracks from the past which have
never been issued before, and/or, are very difficult to obtain as
US singles. I recently worked on a CD compilation of Garnet Mimms
for "The Beat Goes On" (B.G.O.) label, and although all the
material had to come from the United Artists catalogue (the "Cry
Baby" and the "Warm And Soulful" LPs on one CD, and sorry, the
Veep tracks just weren't available this time around), it made me
realise how often we forget the greats of yesteryear; perhaps
because there were so darn many of them! Garnet Mimms was always a
particular favourite of mine, and the combination of him with the
creative talents of Jerry Ragavoy and the late Bert Berns, made
some of those splendid Soul tracks which were unique and
pioneering in the period 1966 - 1971. Times change and tastes
change, but no matter how you cut it, to my mind, this period
produced some of the greatest cultural artefacts of this present
century, and Blackamerica should draw great pride from what they
achieved then.
Glancing through
the B.G.O. CD catalogue, I noticed that one of the albums they'd
reissued is the superb Bobby Bland set "Two Steps From The Blues".
Actually issued here originally on Vogue in 1961, I remember how
when it first appeared Britain's "friends" of Blackamerican music
scornfully dismissed it; one even stating in his review that a
more apt title would have been "Two Million Steps From The
Blues"!! You see, the trouble with these people, although they
posed as pals of black music, they in fact had very rigid and
narrow notions as to what constituted "black music", and sadly, it
was very much a purist position that subconsciously wanted
Blackamerica to stay in the cotton fields and ghettos, and not
break out and try for the Big Time. All the while these artists
were "minority-only" stars, their British "friends" had some
status as "keepers of the flame" (which never once of course burnt
their pretty fingers!), and thus they could enjoy the smug
superiority that comes with championing any minority cause that
the masses are too dumb or dopey to appreciate. I could never
abide such parochial thinking, for, although they would vehemently
deny it, it was both racist and patronising, and displayed an
insufferable "we know best" attitude. When a group of such minded
people made up the majority on the short-lived "Rhythm & Blues
Hall of Fame" over here, can you believe that my nomination for
the recently deceased Sam Cooke as the first member, was rejected
with only two votes in his favour!! Thank god those cotton-pickin'
days are well and truly over! (If you would like a copy of the
B.G.O. catalogue, then please write to them at P.O. Box 22, Bury
St. Edmunds, Suffolk, IP28 6XQ. Although not yet as fully involved
in the Soul scene as much as we'd like, they assure me they are
planning to expand in this field real soon. They deserve our
support).
I know some of you
out there still resist CDs, as indeed I did until they started
reissuing all those great goodies one couldn't otherwise obtain. One
of the reasons I resisted is because I haven't got $1000-hi-fi ears.
People played me CDs and went into raptures about the quality of the
hi-fi, but I couldn't then, (and still can't), tell any difference
between a CD, a good LP or quality cassette. Why I think they caught
on however is for a reason nobody ever mentioned, which is their
damned user-friendliness! Repeat-play of favourites tracks,
random-play, sequence play, skip tracks etc., all added to the
pleasure one can get from albums, and, I suspect for the general
public, CDs took the fear out of, and demystified hi-fi, and made
quality sound available without vast technical knowledge or set-up
skills!
"Hard To Explain" is
by our old friend Clay Hammond, and is quite simply one of the best
sides I've heard in many, many a long moon. Immaculate, true and
cutting Deep Soul of the finest quality, Clay Hammond and his label,
WHITE RECORDS, should be congratulated and presented with some kind
of award for reminding us that pure Soul is undiminished by fads and
trends, and endures (like all perfection) for ever. Hear it and get
it, for it will grow and grow on you. Clay Hammond is a
well-respected artist we've all known and loved for many years now,
but this side is the best he's ever cut; he's in top Soulful vocal
form, and really preaches it all across, and I really thank him for
it.
Over the years, I've
noticed that the music of Blackamerica rarely gets equal treatment
in the British media. It is either the subject of condescension, or
is seen as "dangerous", or "low-life", or somehow has to be
interpreted in a sociological way. Seldom is it regarded just as
another musical form, and as a result, its uniqueness is seldom
noted outside of Soul-committed circles. "The Observer" newspaper
recently ran an article in which it speculated that the pop scene
was running out of new tunes to compose, and so I wrote to them,
using the article as an opportunity to make a few points about Soul.
They didn't print the letter, but I've reproduced it now as I still
think these things need to be said.
The Editor, The
Observer.
"If, as you
report, pop music is running out tunes, perhaps it is because it is
not now so easy as it once was for British acts to exploit and
appropriate the music of Blackamerica, and pass it off as one's own
original art form.
Whereas 30 years
ago, groups like The Rolling Stones could carve out a career by
plagiarising the music of Blackamerica with insipid cover-versions,
secure in the knowledge that Britain's latent anti-Americanism and
small-minded parochialism would always ensure that their records
would secure the air-play denied Blackamerican artists, it now seems
that 90% of all "Golden Oldies" played on radio are by the very
Blackamericans who, generally, were denied any exposure first time
around.
Surely there is an
important cultural lesson to be learnt here, which also reveals much
about the mind-set of most British music critics too. But if anyone
is anxious about running out of first rate popular music, I can
assure them that there is still a huge reservoir of great Soul
material waiting to be re-discovered. At present it is known only to
Soul music aficionados, but we are now numerous enough to demand
that this time around, the original artists, rather than
opportunistic imitators, get the credit and the kudos, and like all
great art, it also has a much, much longer "sell-by" date."
Finally, which lucky
devil out there has, as the final letters of his/her post code, the
magic letters "JB"?
Until next time, keep
the faith!
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