I see with no little surprise that after 5 years of The Jukebox the number of Views is fast approaching 500,000.
Half a Million!
Reflecting on this I thought it would be appropriate for the next few weeks to feature some Posts from the early years that many of you who have become followers more recently may never have seen.
The choice of which Posts to feature follows no scientific principle.
I have simply chosen those for which I have a particular fondness.
So, here’s a post from 2014 celebrating one of the greatest figures in the history of Rock ‘n’ Roll – Little Richard!
No novelist would dare to invent a character like Richard ; suffice to say there never was anyone like him before and there will never be anyone like him again.
Turn all your dials into the Red Zone now and prepare for unbridled joy!
‘My heart nearly burst with excitement – I had heard God’. (David Bowie on first hearing Tutti Frutti)
‘Ambition: To Join Little Richard!’ (Entry in Bob Dylan’s High School Yearbook’)
‘It was as if, in a single instant, the world changed from monochrome to technicolour’ (Keith Richards)
Before any truly catyclismic event in world history there are usually foreshadowings and auguries: precursor events that indicate something immense is on its way.
I have identified one such sequence in history and set it out below:
In the summer of 1883 in the Sunday Strait between Java and Sumatra the Island of Krakatoa was the location for a volcanic eruption of staggering power.
The explosion which destroyed the island was heard in Perth, Australia some 2000 miles away.
It was probably the loudest sound ever heard by humankind as the sky grew dark with rock, ash and pumice.
Tsunamis were generated as the shock wave reverberated seven times around the planet.
Weather patterns and temperatures were disrupted for years on a global scale. The explosion was the equivalent of 200 megatonnes of TNT. In comparison the Atom Bomb explosion over Hiroshima was a mere firecracker.
If you were looking for the epicentre of the world’s scientific ferment in 1904 it is unlikely anyone would have settled on the Patent Office in sleepy Bern, Switzerland.
Yet it was there that the 25 year old Albert Einstein had an intellectual epiphany.
He realised that mass and energy were not two separate realms but expressions of each other.
He expressed this relationship in a beautiful world changing equation (you know, E = MC squared).
This was an epochal, paradigm shifting breakthrough that has resounded through science and culture ever since.
Asteroids are rare visitors to this earth but when they do pay us a home visit the effects can be profound.
As June ended in 1908 in Tunguska in remote Siberia it seemed that the sky was split in two and covered with fire as an asteroid travelling at more than 33,000 miles per hour exploded trigerring a shock wave that devestated 800 square miles of forest.
Eighty million trees lay on their sides levelled like so much matchwood.
For days afterward the skies above Asia and Europe were eerily aglow.
In the 1940s as the Second World War proceeded the significance of Einstein’s work for military purposes was sharply appreciated in Washington, Berlin, London and Moscow as teams of dragooned scientists raced to produce a war winning weapon.
The race was won in the deserts of the American South West by an international team ironically including many refugees from Hitler’s Reich. Mankind now had the capacity to destroy itself and the Atomic Age was born.
Energy, Energy, Energy.
Energy contained and the power of energy released is the linking factor in all these events.
There is something awesome in the contemplation of the overwhelming impact such displays of energy can have upon us.
Immense outpourings of energy expressed in music, film and literature can lead to revolutions in human consciousness that can profoundly alter the landscape of our thoughts and our very dreams.
Following such events the cultural climate is forever changed and aftershocks continue to ripple on through the succeeding ages.
One such moment took place at Cosimo Matassa’s recording studio at Rampart Street New Orleans on September 14th 1955 when Little Richard exploded into a version of an outrageously sexy, raucous and filthy song that had long been a staple of his live performances.
The savvy producer of the session, Bumps Blackwell, had heard the song during a time out break the musicians had taken in a local bar, the Dew Drop Inn, and instantly realised that, furnished with cleaned up lyrics suitable for listening to on the radio, this was an unstoppable hit with a drive, attack and energy that was something new under the sun and moon in the Crescent City and for all he knew the whole world.
Richard played the frenzied piano himself with the masterful drummer Earl Palmer for once taken aback and struggling to keep up. Lee Allen plays a scintillating sax solo after being given his cue by the vocalist’s trademark screams and hollers.
Little Richard, the Little Richard who occupies a permanent treasured chair at the top table of Rock n Roll pioneers and innovators was born as an artist at the very moment he began to play Tutti Frutti.
His vocals are a delirious fusion of the gospel pulpit, the back alley dive and the tent show after hours party.
They lift the song beyond jump blues, beyond rhythm and blues into a new territory that incredulous contemporary listeners and musicians and the generations who followed them would light out for in their millions whooping all the way!
But very few of them would be able to combine, like Little Richard could, the rapturous, glossolalial soar and swoop with the low down and dirty guttural rasp.
For that you maybe needed to be the twelfth child of a family that included both preachers and bootleggers and grow up listening to testifying choirs in the morning and gut bucket blues men late at night.
It would also help if you had lived by the train tracks and woken up repeatedly to the sound of the whistle screaming through your town.
Primary among those attempting to reproduce the Little Richard scream was the teenage Paul McCartney who used it extensively when covering Richard’s songs (his vocal party piece was Long Tall Sally, which was one of the two songs he played atop a desk on his last day at school in Liverpool) and he also incorporated it into his own rockers to give them a wildness that would drive the girls crazy.
I’m sure you know that I’m no physicist or mathematician but according to my calculations the energy released in the first thirty seconds of Tutti Frutti as Little Richard leaves Earth’s orbit for the celestial beyond is exactly equal to and more lasting in impact and influence than the Krakatoa explosion!
Perhaps the incantation, ‘Awop Bop Aloo Bop Alop Bam Boom!’ was the unlocking alchemical phrase the Universe had been waiting to hear for many millennia.
Who would have thought that such mystic power would have emerged from an omnisexual, mascara wearing son of Macon Georgia!
You can christen Little Richard the Meteor, the Comet, the Quasar or the Architect of Rock n Roll – he deserves all those accolades and all the honours heaped upon him in his mature years.
But it is the dionysiac outpouring of energy in Tutti Frutti that will prove his lasting legacy.
The universe shook the day he recorded it and it’s still shaking now.