CARL PERKINS: DANCE ALBUM OF CARL PERKINS (1958)
1) Blue Suede Shoes; 2) Movie
Magg; 3) Sure To Fall; 4) Gone, Gone, Gone; 5) Honey Don't; 6) Only You; 7) Tennessee;
8) Right String, Wrong Yo-Yo; 9) Everybody's Trying To Be My Baby; 10)
Matchbox; 11) Your True Love; 12) Boppin' The Blues; 13*) All Mama's Children.
Carl Perkins' only «original» LP from his
four-year tenure with Sun Records, like most LPs from that period, is really
just a chaotic compilation of A-side, B-side, and outtake material. But even in
this form, or, actually, because of
this form, it still counts as one of the most impressive and fun-filled LPs
from the rockabilly era. Influential, too — which other single LP from the era
could boast a whole three songs to be officially covered by the Beatles?
The important thing about Carl Perkins is that,
of all the notorious rockabilly people of the era, he was the one to most
tightly preserve the «simple country boy» essence in his music. Bill Haley
probably came close, but Haley didn't have much of an individual personality,
and his backing band, The Comets, was at least as important as its frontman,
blending a touch of country-western with a Louis Jordan-esque big-band
jump-blues entertainment approach. Perkins, on the other hand, wrote his own
songs (or radically reinvented traditional ones), sang his own melodies, played
his own lead guitar, and, overall, made it so that we rarely ever remember anything
about his sidemen during the recording sessions. Quick, name the bass player
and the drummer on ʽBlue Suede Shoesʼ without googling! Yeah, right. Not even
Google can help that easily.
Thus, Carl is essentially a «loner», and in
that status, gets the right to his own influences and no other's — and chief
among those influences is The Grand Ole Opry, with Bill Monroe, Gene Autry, and
Hank Williams as his major idols. The good news for those who, like me, feel a
bit iffy when it comes to «pure» country music, is that Carl obviously
preferred his country with a sharper
edge, and if anything, his rockabilly style is a direct continuation of Hank's
faster-paced, boogie-based material like ʽMove It On Overʼ. Although Carl's own
spirit was never as tempestuous or torturous as Hank's (not a single Perkins
song shows any signs of acute bitterness), he always had a thing for raw excitement,
energy, speed, humor, good-natured irony — anything that would put a smile on
your face and an itch in your feet.
Most importantly, Carl's «lonerism» is
responsible for making ʽBlue Suede Shoesʼ into one of the coolest songs of its
era — and the lyrics had a lot to do with it: "Don't you step on MY blue suede shoes...", sung in a
friendly enough tone but with a very clear hint of a threat. This is really
where all the Gene Vincents of this world come from: the «rebels» were inspired
by the individualistic cockiness of a plain, harmless, friendly «country
bumpkin» who inadvertently tapped right into the spinal cord of his era. ʽRock
Around The Clockʼ was a good enough count-off for the rock revolution, but it
was a general fun party song. ʽBlue Suede Shoesʼ takes us into one particular
corner of that party, where one particularly self-consciously hip guy is busy
protecting his own particular interests against the whole world, and backing
them with sharp bluesy lead guitar licks that sound like a bunch of slaps in
the face of whoever has been unlucky enough to step on the protagonist's lucky footwear.
There is a myth going around that Elvis «stole»
the song from Carl while the latter was recuperating in the hospital after a
car accident, and that this effectively put an end to Carl's career as a pop star.
In reality, Carl never had the makings of a star, and the image of a «teen
idol» would have probably never sat too well with him in the first place — he
was, first and foremost, a songwriter and a guitar player — none of which,
however, prevented ʽBlue Suede Shoesʼ from going all the way to the top of the
charts, while Presley's version (a classic in its own right, no doubt about
that) stuck at No. 20 (admittedly, RCA people agreed to hold back the release until
Carl's version lost its original freshness — see, there was a time when record industry people could occasionally show
signs of gentlemanly conduct).
Already ʽBoppin' The Bluesʼ, the folow-up to
ʽBlue Suede Shoesʼ, did not chart as high (No. 7 was its peak) — and it wasn't
Elvis that had anything to do with it, but rather the fact that the song was
comparatively toothless in comparison, a fairly formulaic rockabilly creation
describing the simple joys of rock'n'roll dancing with little challenge or defiance.
In the hot, tense competitive air of early 1956, Carl soon lost the lead, and
although the next three years would see him reeling between inspiration and
repetition, the record-buying public pretty much wrote him off as a one-hit
wonder and focused on Elvis instead. In addition, Carl loyally stuck with Sun
Records through those years, meaning that he couldn't even begin to hope for
the kind of promotion that Elvis got (on the positive side, Carl never got to
have his own Colonel Parker).
It is
a doggone shame, though, that such fate also prevented a great tune like
ʽMatchboxʼ from charting — without the Beatles' support, it might have
altogether sunk into oblivion, but really, few pop songs sounded as harshly
serious and deep-reaching in 1957 as that particular reincarnation of an old,
old, old blues song by Blind Lemon Jefferson. When those echoing, distant-thunder-like
boogie chords start rattling around the room, it's as if you were being
prepared for some important social statement, and, in a way, you are, since
Carl preserves many of the original lyrics, infusing the song with a
blues-based sense of outcast loneliness instead of the usual get-up-and-dance
stuff. In a way, «socially conscious rock'n'roll music» starts somewhere around
this bend, even if Carl himself probably never intended it to be this way.
On a personal note, I must say that ʽHoney
Don'tʼ feels to me as one of the very few rock and pop songs by other artists
that the Beatles did not manage to
improve upon — and not because Ringo is a worse singer than Carl (he actually
did a fine job to preserve the tune's humor), but because George Harrison never
really got around to learning all the tricks in Carl's playing bag: as rough as
the production is on the original, Perkins compensates for it with a series of improvised
«muffled» licks that George did not even try to copy, playing in a «cleaner»
style that left less room for rock'n'roll excitement. (On the other hand,
George did get the upper hand on
ʽEverybody's Trying To Be My Babyʼ by managing to raise the tension on the
lengthy second instrumental break, whereas in Carl's version it pretty much
stays the same throughout).
Of the twelve songs assembled here, only a
couple are relative clunkers; ʽTennesseeʼ, in particular, sounds as silly as
it is sincere, a heartfelt tribute to Carl's native state with a hillbillyish
chorus and somewhat uncomfortable lyrics that, among other things, urge us to
give credit to the fact that "they made the first atomic tomb in
Tennessee" (a somewhat inaccurate reference to Oak Ridge, but even if it were accurate, I'm not sure I would want
to boast about it even at the height of the Cold War). Pompous, vocally
demanding ballads are also not one of Carl's fortes (ʽOnly Youʼ), but he can come up with a highly catchy homely,
simple country ballad when he puts his heart into it — ʽSure To Fallʼ, with its
melody almost completely based on serenading trills, is quite a beautiful
little piece.
One of the most interesting things about
comparing old rockabilly records from the mid-to-late 1950s is the relative
proportion of their ingredients. Some veer closer to R&B, some to electric
blues, some to «whitebread» pop, some are jazzier, some vaudevillian. From that
point of view, Dance Album Of Carl
Perkins is a curious mix of something very highly conservative with an
explosive energy that is nevertheless kept under strict control, like a fire
burning steady and brightly, but only within a rigidly set limit. Had all
rock'n'roll looked like Carl Perkins in the 1950s, it would probably have taken
us a much, much longer way to get where we are right now — but, on the other
hand, maybe we wouldn't already be wondering where exactly is it possible to go
from here. Ah well, enough speculation; here is the expectable thumbs up,
and we will be moving on.
As a teenager I first read the "Elvis ruined the career of Carl by taking advantage of the car accident" myth and then actually heard Perkins' original version of Blue Suede Shoes.
ReplyDelete"the record-buying public pretty much wrote him off as a one-hit wonder and focused on Elvis instead"
Had I been a teenager in the 50's I very probably would have preferred Elvis' cover, like I did 20 years later. Learning that the rest of his output is even more innocent I have no interest to explore his other songs.
But then, what do you expect if my favourite of the 50's is not even Elvis, but Chuck?
Nice review - quite an interesting spelling mistake you've made by writing "atomic tomb" instead of "atomic bomb". Gives the song a somewhat graver tone.
ReplyDelete1, 5 and 10 are great songs. I always thought Carl was an excelent singer, with a solid, expressive voice.
ReplyDeleteThe Beatles also covered "Sure To Fall" on the "Decca Sessions" and "Live At The BBC Vol. 1". BTW that's Jerry Lee Lewis tickling the ivories on "Matchbox".
ReplyDelete"Sure to Fall" appears for a 2nd time on the 2nd Beatles 'Live at the BBC' album. They covered it 4 times on live BBC broadcasts. (Ringo also does it on 'Stop and Smell the Roses' from 1981.)
ReplyDeleteInteresting note: John Lennon said, in the mid-70s I think, that the only two LPs he ever enjoyed all the way through, every track, were Elvis's 1st album and this Carl Perkins album.