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Post by doug61 on Mar 12, 2021 13:38:50 GMT
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Mar 12, 2021 13:55:02 GMT
my recommendations would have to include... I can wholeheartedly endorse all of those Doug All 100% solid gold I'll have a think about others - I've read loads, including a fair few humdingers along the lines of those you list |
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Post by jsm on Mar 14, 2021 23:22:40 GMT
I'm currently reading this. Pretty good so far
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Post by stu77 on Mar 15, 2021 0:20:43 GMT
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Mar 15, 2021 10:16:53 GMT
Seconded Stu, I blimmin loved...  Songs They Never Play On The Radio
On a Zep tip I can heartily recommend...  Hammer of the Gods
This one is great too...  Heroes and Villains: The True Story of The Beach Boys
And, perhaps, the best music books ever written...  Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley  Careless Love: The Unmaking of Elvis Presley |
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Post by johnnyoi on Mar 15, 2021 20:50:22 GMT
Two as above,
The Dark stuff Nick Kent Lonely Boy Steve Jones Also Up and Down with the Rolling Stones Tony Sanchez Keith Richards: The Biography Victor Bockris
Johnny Thunders: In Cold Blood Nina Antonia The New York Dolls: Too Much Too soon Nina Antonia
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Mar 16, 2021 7:41:53 GMT
Two as above,
The Dark stuff Nick Kent Lonely Boy Steve Jones Also Up and Down with the Rolling Stones Tony Sanchez Keith Richards: The Biography Victor Bockris
Johnny Thunders: In Cold Blood Nina Antonia The New York Dolls: Too Much Too soon Nina Antonia Yes indeed Johnny Read all of the above and confirm they are all well worth reading |
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Post by zeopold on Mar 16, 2021 16:40:24 GMT
I enjoy jazz bios. These are good   |
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Post by doug61 on Mar 17, 2021 12:34:46 GMT
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Post by stu77 on Mar 19, 2021 0:55:20 GMT
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Post by jsm on Mar 19, 2021 3:58:51 GMT
Lots of books popping up here I have never heard of before!
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Mar 19, 2021 10:33:08 GMT
I got hold of a copy of Nik Cohn's Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom the other day Never read it but it seems to have retained its classic status I'll report back In the spring of 1968, the former Queen magazine pop columnist Nik Cohn rented a cottage in Connemara on the west coast of Ireland. All of 22, he had fallen out of love with pop music, and he hid himself away for two months to write a cross between a memoir and a farewell letter. For Cohn, it felt like the end of an era of pop that was “intelligent and simple both”, that carried its implications lightly, that was “fast, funny, sexy, obsessive, a bit epic”. He sniffed pretension in the air as pop turned to rock, and he wanted to get it all down on paper before he completely lost interest.... www.theguardian.com/music/2016/feb/06/awopbopaloobop-alopbamboom-pop-music-dead-nik-cohn |
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Post by personunknown on Mar 19, 2021 10:45:23 GMT
Never got what Cohn was driving at. Rock came along but did not supercede pop in any shape or form. Rock was the long player on hifi systems, pop was the 45 on the Dansette. Pick up a battered copy of chart listings, go to late sixties and you'll only find the odd Pink Floyd, Hendrix placing. The rest is wall to wall pop, MOR, easy listening as it always was.
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Post by Lord Emsworth on Mar 19, 2021 10:58:56 GMT
Never got what Cohn was driving at. Rock came along but did not supercede pop in any shape or form. Rock was the long player on hifi systems, pop was the 45 on the Dansette. Pick up a battered copy of chart listings, go to late sixties and you'll only find the odd Pink Floyd, Hendrix placing. The rest is wall to wall pop, MOR, easy listening as it always was. You make me even keener to read it now PU Nik Cohn is often described as the father of rock criticism - with Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom seen as a key milestone Cohn himself is quite an interesting character: hardcore Mod, mate of Pete Townshend, supposedly the original Pinball Wizard, and of course he wrote Saturday Night Fever (and made it up - just based it on his experience as a Mod) His writing has a visceral charm as this reminiscence from Awopbopaloobop Alopbamboom demonstrates... Ireland was where I had grown up, and Rock the main reason I had left. My own raising had been in the Protestant section of Derry, where Bill Haley and Elvis were not mentioned. Then one evening I’d gone astray; found myself on the fringes of Bogside, the Catholic slum. Across the street I had heard Little Richard singing Tutti Frutti on a coffee-bar jukebox. Watched the local teen hoods – Teddy boys, they were called – with their duckass haircuts and drainpipe jeans, jiving in plain day. Had my first glimpse of sex, danger and secret magic. And I had never been healthy since.
What was it about the Teds that so overwhelmed me? Glamour, yes, and wildness. But something else besides, which stirred me even deeper – the force of self-invention. By all the logics of birth – religion, politics, economics – these boys were nothing. Papist scum, delinquent flotsam and jetsam, with no future or hope. Yet that wasn’t the way they strutted. Through the power of Rock, they seemed transformed into heroes. In every flash of fluorescent sock or velvet cuff, every leer and flaunt of their pompadours, they beggared the Fates. Made reality irrelevant. |
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Post by personunknown on Mar 19, 2021 11:31:38 GMT
I'll be interested in your opinion LE but to be honest, music history is littered with supposed milestones of where a particular genre died.
Elvis joining the army
Dylan going electric
Beatles split
Clash signing to CBS
London Calling
Rave
Downloads, Spotify
Yet pop,folk, rock punk etc etc is still with us.
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