Buddy Rich appears with his band on a 1967 episode of The Mike Douglas Show:

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“Injustice is relatively easy to bear; what stings is justice.”

H.L. Mencken,  “Footnote on Criticism”

Various forms of the records-that-changed-my-life meme have been making the rounds lately, so I came up with my own version, which I call “The Twenty-Five Record Albums That Changed My Life.” Throughout the coming month, I’ll write about one of these albums each weekday in the rough order in which I first heard them.

18. The Rolling Stones, Get Your Ya-Ya’s Out! The Rolling Stones in Concert (London)

It happens that I’ve never bought a copy of Rolling Stone. It wasn’t sold at any of the newsstands in or near Smalltown, U.S.A., when I was growing up. I did, however, profit from its exceptionally well-written record reviews, at least the ones that made it into The Rolling Stone Record Review, a mass-market paperback that came out in 1971. I bought The Rolling Stone Record Review not long after it was published and read it until the glue dried up and the pages fell out, something that had never before happened to me. Not at all surprisingly, it exerted a powerful and continuing influence on me for many years thereafter.

As I wrote in this space back in 2015:

Some of the reviews reprinted therein were so strikingly written that I can still quote them…It was my Bible of hipness, a vade mecum of all that was most serious about rock, and it was a long time before I dared to break away from its seemingly apodictic judgments and start trusting my own ears.

The first one that caused me to go right out and buy a record was Lester Bangs’ review of Get Your Ya-Ya’s Out, the Rolling Stones’ second live album, which came out in 1970 and which Bangs described in The Rolling Stone Record Review as “an unfettered delight….Where most live efforts seem almost embarrassing in their posturings and excesses, and even The Who Live at Leeds held tinges of the Art Statement, Ya-Ya’s at its best just rocks and socks you right out of your chair. You can not only love it for what it is, you can like it for what it isn’t.”

I needed that kind of push, because the Rolling Stones, huge though they were, had somehow managed to sneak past me. I didn’t see them on The Ed Sullivan Show, and I can’t remember hearing any of their early hit singles, not even “Honky Tonk Women,” played on the radio in Smalltown, U.S.A.. Nor had I heard a rock album with that kind of savage punch. Individual tracks, yes—the White Album contains some pulverizingly hard rockers, and the single version of “Revolution” is as hot as anything on Ya-Ya’s—but at that point I didn’t really think of rock in terms of “looseness, energy and general right-on shagginess,” as Lester Bangs put it.

Ya-Ya’s, “Midnight Rambler” in particular, changed my tune. It was right around the time that I bought that explosive album that my father generously bought me a Fender bass and a Bassman 10 amplifier. Whenever the house was empty, I plugged it in, cranked the volume up to eleven and played along with the Stones. On one never-to-be-forgotten occasion, I played so loud that the bathroom cabinet popped open and its contents fell into the sink.

I now prefer other kinds of rock, including the Stones’ studio albums from the same period and (sorry, Lester) Live at Leeds. But I still think that Ya-Ya’s is a pretty damn wonderful record, raunchy and fierce to a fault, and I will always be indebted to Lester Bangs and The Rolling Stone Record Review for inspiring me to buy it.

(To be continued)

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From Get Your Ya-Ya’s Out, the Rolling Stones play “Midnight Rambler” at Madison Square Garden in 1969. The band consists of Mick Jagger on lead vocals and harmonica, Keith Richards and Mick Taylor on guitar, Bill Wyman on bass, and Charlie Watts on drums:

A filmed performance of the same song, played live at London’s Marquee Club two years later:

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To read about album #1, go here.

To read about album #2, go here.

To read about album #3, go here.

To read about album #4, go here.

To read about album #5, go here.

To read about album #6, go here.

To read about album #7, go here.

To read about album #8, go here.

To read about album #9, go here.

To read about album #10, go here.

To read about album #11, go here.

To read about album #12, go here.

To read about album #13, go here.

To read about album #14, go here.

To read about album #15, go here.

To read about album #16, go here.

To read about album #17, go here.

“Justice is a machine that, when someone has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.”

John Galsworthy, Justice

Various forms of the records-that-changed-my-life meme have been making the rounds lately, so I came up with my own version, which I call “The Twenty-Five Record Albums That Changed My Life.” Throughout the coming month, I’ll write about one of these albums each weekday in the rough order in which I first heard them.

17. Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies (Warner Bros.)

Bob Nelson, the junior-high social-studies teacher who did me the much-needed favor of introducing me to the rock and pop music of my generation, found a better job and moved away from Smalltown, U.S.A., around the same time that I entered high school. From then on I had to chart my own musical course, a continuing adventure that I wrote about in a 2015 blog posting that I can do no better than to quote from at length.

The passage I have in mind has to do with the now-forgotten Warner/Reprise “Loss Leader” albums, a series of low-priced sampler albums by Warner/Reprise artists that was one of the most ingenious and effective promotional ideas ever to be devised by a major record label. It certainly caught my eye, with far-reaching results:

To be a teenage boy…is to long above all things to appreciate the music of your own time. For me that was rock and roll, and notwithstanding the unhelpfulness of the local radio stations, there were plenty of other ways to learn about it, including Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies, one of the “Loss Leader” samplers that Warner Bros. sold by mail for a dollar a disc.

I saw an ad for Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies in Stereo Review in 1971, sent off three crumpled one-dollar bills ($17 today), and a few weeks later found myself in possession of a three-LP box set containing thirty-three songs by the very wide-ranging likes of Black Sabbath, Captain Beefheart, Ry Cooder, the Faces, Fleetwood Mac, Jimi Hendrix, Gordon Lightfoot, the Grateful Dead, the Kinks, Little Feat, Little Richard, Van Morrison, Randy Newman, Van Dyke Parks, James Taylor, Jimmy Webb, the Youngbloods, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, and a British group called, believe it or not, Hard Meat. (They were actually pretty good.)

Some I loved, some I loathed, a few I didn’t quite get, but none of it mattered: I soaked them all up with indiscriminate avidity….

Sad to say, Warner Bros. never released compact-disc versions of any of its Loss Leader sets. By then, though, I owned most of the albums from which my favorite cuts on Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies were drawn, though it wasn’t until fairly recently that I caught up at last with Ry Cooder, whose “Alimony” sounds as piquant to me now as it did then. In the process of deciding which ones to buy, I was making the acquaintance of an extraordinarily diverse assortment of early-Seventies pop-music styles, many of which continue to speak to me a half-century later, which was just what the folks at Warner Bros. had in mind.

And did my youthful musical experimentation have any permanent consequences? Well, “Alimony” is one of seven tracks on Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies to which I continue to listen today, the others being the Kinks’ “Apeman,” Randy Newman’s “Let’s Burn Down the Cornfield,” Hard Meat’s “Smile as You Go Under,” Jimi Hendrix’ “Stepping Stone,” Little Feat’s “Strawberry Flats,” and Fleetwood Mac’s “Tell Me All the Things You Do.” Seven out of thirty-three: as pop music goes, I’d say that’s a pretty good batting average.

(To be continued)

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“Alimony,” from Ry Cooder’s self-titled debut album, released in 1970:

“Strawberry Flats,” from Little Feat’s self-titled debut album, released in 1971:

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To read about album #1, go here.

To read about album #2, go here.

To read about album #3, go here.

To read about album #4, go here.

To read about album #5, go here.

To read about album #6, go here.

To read about album #7, go here.

To read about album #8, go here.

To read about album #9, go here.

To read about album #10, go here.

To read about album #11, go here.

To read about album #12, go here.

To read about album #13, go here.

To read about album #14, go here.

To read about album #15, go here.

To read about album #16, go here.

The Platters perform on The Perry Como Show. This episode was originally telecast by NBC on February 18, 1956:

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“Dear God, don’t take Adrian away from me. This is the man I’ve been drawing strength from since I was eleven years old. Never a vigorous man. Not a brilliant man. Not a man whose passing will be noted far and wide. But steady. Trusting. Self-satisfied without being self-absorbed. Devout. Good-natured. Undemanding. Even-tempered. Loving. Holy.”

Jon Hassler, North of Hope

Various forms of the records-that-changed-my-life meme have been making the rounds lately, so I came up with my own version, which I call “The Twenty-Five Record Albums That Changed My Life.” For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be writing about one of these albums every weekday in the approximate order in which I first heard them.

16. Arturo Toscanini and the NBC Symphony, Debussy La Mer (Victrola)

A Wal-Mart, the first one outside Arkansas, opened in 1968 in Smalltown, U.S.A.. It was located a mile from my front door, an easy ride via bicycle, and it sported a good-sized record section, most of which was devoted to pop and country music—but not all.

Three bins were reserved for classical albums, many of them new releases from Victrola, RCA’s budget-priced classical line. They sold for $2.98 apiece, slightly less than twenty dollars in today’s money. I’d pretty much exhausted the classical stock at Collins Piano Company, and the only place from which it was then possible to order records by mail was the Columbia Record Club. Even though I was increasingly obsessed with rock and roll, I still loved classical music, and I’d acquired a fair-sized stack of Victrolas by the time I left for college.

Victrola was a reissue line, many of whose releases dated from the 78 era, the golden age of classical recording. For me that meant, first and foremost, Arturo Toscanini and the NBC Symphony. I’d read about Toscanini in B.H. Haggin’s New Listener’s Companion and Record Guide, in which he was described as the greatest of all orchestral conductors. Such categorical statements invariably excite young readers, so I went out and started buying Toscanini albums, all of whose simply but elegantly designed covers featured Robert Hupka’s dramatic black-and-white photos of the Maestro at work. The sound was a bit variable, but the performances were thrilling without exception, and I got to know most of the standard orchestral repertoire from Toscanini’s lean, intense interpretations.

Of all my Toscanini albums, the one that made the deepest impression was his 1950 performance of Claude Debussy’s La Mer. Save for Debussy’s “L’isle joyeuse,” which I knew from Horowitz in Concert, I had heard next to no French classical music, and Toscanini’s way with La Mer, a piece that he had played for Debussy himself, was breathtakingly lucid and transparent. In addition, I was no less fascinated by the idea that a piece of music could depict in sound the play of waves on the surface of the sea.

I accepted the contents of the New Listener’s Companion and Record Guide as holy writ for a long, long time to come. Like many of his young fans, I even corresponded with Haggin, who later recommended me to Ted Libbey, the editor of High Fidelity, for which I reviewed classical recordings until that magazine’s unhappy demise in 1989. By then, though, I’d moved to New York and met Haggin in person, and had long since figured out that whatever else he was, he wasn’t infallible. (Later on I served for a short time as his literary executor, but that’s another story.)

Be that as it may, I owe B.H. Haggin an immeasurable debt of gratitude, not merely for getting me into High Fidelity but for introducing me to Arturo Toscanini, Artur Schnabel, Joseph Szigeti, and other legendary musicians of the past whose faded, scratchy recordings I treasure to this day. And I owe a similar debt to Wal-Mart, without which my high-school record collection would have been much smaller and far less interesting.

(To be continued)

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Arturo Toscanini and the NBC Symphony perform “Jeux de vagues,” the second movement of La Mer, in 1950:

Two concerts by Toscanini and the NBC Symphony, originally telecast live from Carnegie Hall on March 15 and 22, 1952. The programs include an excerpt from Franck’s Rédemption, Sibelius’ En Saga, two of Debussy’s Nocturnes, Rossini’s William Tell Overture, Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, and Respighi’s Pines of Rome:

Toscanini rehearses the NBC Symphony in the first movement of La Mer at Carnegie Hall in February of 1953:

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To read about album #1, go here.

To read about album #2, go here.

To read about album #3, go here.

To read about album #4, go here.

To read about album #5, go here.

To read about album #6, go here.

To read about album #7, go here.

To read about album #8, go here.

To read about album #9, go here.

To read about album #10, go here.

To read about album #11, go here.

To read about album #12, go here.

To read about album #13, go here.

To read about album #14, go here.

To read about album #15, go here.

From 2009:

Harcourt sent me the first finished copy of Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong last Tuesday. It was an inordinately busy week crammed full of shows and deadlines, but I talked a sympathetic editor into giving me the rest of the day off and spent the afternoon and evening rereading the book. I spent a certain amount of time admiring the index, snuffling for typos—in vain, I’m glad to report—and confirming that the corrections I made on the galley proofs were incorporated into the final version. Mostly, though, I just flipped through the pages of Pops and marveled at how good it looked….

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