The Test Tube and the Scale

Shortly after Care Of Cell 44 was released as a single on Date Records in November, 1967, The Zombies broke up. The single sold poorly, which is thought to have added to tensions already at play among group members during studio sessions that summer for the group’s stunning second record, Odessey and Oracle. One notable source of group discord was a disagreement between songwriter Rod Argent and vocalist Colin Blunstone over how another Argent composition might have been sung. The upside of this conflict was the transformative power it endowed Blunstone. An epistolary tale of a romantic partnership interrupted by incarceration, Care of Cell 44 is as conventionally structured a pop song as any to have emerged from the U.K.; three verses, a chorus, and a bridge. The first chorus appears after an eight beat countdown backed by a Pet Sounds-era multi vocal harmony that falls between the second verse’s final line—“and then you can tell me all about your prison stay”—and Blunstone’s thrillin

  Taken from The Clash’s third record, the towering ice berg London Calling, The Card Cheat closes side three, a four song commentary on the devastating human effects of succumbing to economic stress. Like Bruce Springsteen here in the States, the Clash wrote extensively about the working poor, often producing scathingly original metaphors that lesser talents would have sentimentalized into a meaningless pathos. The Card Cheat begins as a gambling narrative, an unnamed card player attempting the risky move of playing a king of spades that he was not dealt. But this character may also be the failed musician from Death Or Glory, now an enlisted man on the battlefield, being warned of its risks; the real time business of a military detail just another reckless stab at chance, another gamble. He’s also the well dressed, cocaine addled advertising executive on the fifty-first floor, preparing to jump from an office window to his death on the street below. The gambler, it turns out, is us al

The most seductively aggressive guitar riff in the rock and roll songbook. Prior to Sticky Fingers, The Rolling Stones had spent its last two records perfecting those in-studio commercial qualities that ultimately revealed the depth of its genius for levering the tension of American blues onto contemporaneous rock. By this time in its career, the Stones were in command of a musical language exclusive to its talents, its influences drawn in part from the razor sharp contradictions run rampant across the American landscape which they experienced while on tour here, and the gallows humor from this country’s high density concentration of borderline personalities. Unlike the Beatles, who, professionally, could only intellectualize their American influences, the Stones took their investigations of the Yank psyche much further, absorbing them on a cellular level—Keith Richards became the world’s most famous junkie. Another source of excitement you hear in these records is the band’s finite bu

  When Keats wrote his redoubtable lines formulating the most famous aesthetic equation in Western literature about the values of truth and beauty, it’s highly unlikely he was thinking of either Ted Nugent’s powerhouse Epic LPs of the mid to late nineteen-seventies or Michael Jackson’s 34x platinum pop triumph of 1982. What was pivotal to Keats’ perspective in 1819, the core of his argument in the poem’s five stanzas, is the immutability of a work of art, its power to transmogrify the natural world, and then hold it within the frame of representation. Art, Ode To A Grecian Urn tells us, was as eternal as the truths we carve out for ourselves from mythology and other traditions. But in the last century, a new truth, spurred by a rapidly expanding postwar economy, began to emerge.   The entertainment industry began marketing the private lives of its artists, creating an avid patronage eager to measure the perversity of the celebrity class against its own. We took such an active interest