Streets of fire, highway to hell

Upon moving to Santa Monica in 2011, I didn’t have to wait long to find myself driving down streets and highways whose names I recognized from popular songs:

“I flew past LaBrea out to Crescent Heights…I passed her at Doheny and I started to swerve…”  — three major streets in West Hollywood off Sunset Boulevard, made famous in Jan & Dean’s “Dead Man’s Curve.”

“Drive west on Sunset to the sea…” As Sunset reaches the Pacific Coast Highway in the Palisades, from Steely Dan’s “Babylon Sisters.”

Santa Monica Blvd Street Sign in Beverly Hills“And the sun comes up on Santa Monica Boulevard” from Sheryl Crow’s “All I Wanna Do.”

And so on.

The same is true, no doubt, for those who move to New York City, or London, or any number of other areas of the country or the world where streets and highways inspire artists to write about them.

I’m sure you’ll agree that driving in your car and hearing a song about driving in your car is always a special treat.  There are hundreds and hundreds of great old tunes about hitting the road, by artists from Eric Clapton to Bruce Springsteen, from Steppenwolf to Jackson Browne, from Joni Mitchell to The Doobie Brothers, among countless others.

Most of these songs feature lyrics that could be on any road anywhere, but others focus on specific highways, avenues and streets.

Today, let’s shine a light on 15 songs that refer to these roads.  Perhaps you’ve driven down them yourselves, or will someday…

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blues-highway-61-running“Highway 61 Revisited,” Bob Dylan (1965).  Regarded by many fans as one of Dylan’s three finest albums, “Highway 61 Revisited” features the titantic “Like a Rolling Stone” and such serious works as “Ballad of a Thin Man,” “Queen Jane Aproximately” and “Desolation Row.”  One of the lighter moments is the breezy bluesy title tune, inspired by U.S. Highway 61, which runs from Louisiana through the Mississippi River valley to Dylan’s home state of Minnesota.  It’s the route followed by many African-Americans as they left the South for jobs and opportunities in the North.

img_0208-1024x768“Toulouse Street,” Doobie Brothers (1972).  One of the better known streets in New Orleans’ famed French Quarter, Toulouse Street is a magical brew of fabulous restaurants, sketchy strip bars, outrageous souvenir shops and mysterious voodoo characters. It inspired this gorgeous acoustic track by the Doobies’ Patrick Simmons on the album of the same name, with lyrics about Creole girls and rooms where “the blood’s a-flowing fast, and spells have been cast.”

200133024-001“(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66,” Nat King Cole Trio (1946).  A fellow named Bobby Troup wrote this during and after a cross-country trip he made with his wife after World War II, much of it on U.S. Route 66, which runs from Chicago to L.A.  It mentions ten cities encountered along the iconic highway (can you name them?). This R&B standard has been recorded by more than 75 artists over the years, including Chuck Berry, Glenn Frey, The Manhattan Transfer, Brian Setzer Orchestra, Bing Crosby, The Rolling Stones, John Mayer, Brad Paisley, Natalie Cole, Depeche Mode and Perry Como.

green-light-collection-aerial-view-of-a-city-lake-shore-drive-lake-michigan-chicago-cook-county-illinois-usa“Lake Shore Drive,” Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah (1971).  Those outside the Greater Chicago area may not be familiar with this one, but Windy City music fans have long hailed the irresistible beauty of this catchy, piano-driven ode to the famed roadway that runs along Lake Michigan from the North Shore past the Gold Coast to downtown.  The lyric “Just slipping on by on LSD, Friday night, trouble bound” was thought by some to be an abbreviation not only for the road but the hallucinogenic drug, but composer Skip Haynes insists that drugs have nothing to do with it.

bleecker-street-sign“Bleecker Street,” Simon and Garfunkel (1964).  One of Simon’s first handful of compositions was this quiet song that pays tribute to the reflective moods and quaint coffeehouses found on this New York City artery that slices through the bohemian Greenwich Village area, where folk artists cut their teeth in those days.  It appears on S&G’s largely ignored debut album, “Wednesday Morning 3 A.M.”

eagles-seven-bridges-road“Seven Bridges Road,” The Eagles (1980).  Written in 1969 by Steve Young and named after a road leading out of Montgomery, AL, on which you must cross seven bridges before it ends as a dirt road in the woods.  It had apparently been called that for a century but is now known as Woodley Road.  Arranged in five part-harmony and recorded that way by Ian Matthews in 1973, The Eagles then started opening their concerts with an amazing a cappella version, and included it on their live 1980 LP.

6a00d8341cfbd053ef01bb0933fb73970d-800wi“Penny Lane,”  The Beatles (1967).  To match John Lennon’s childhood remembrance song, “Strawberry Fields Forever,” Paul McCartney came up with this whimsical tune that captured the activities and characters (the banker, the nurse, the barber, the fireman, and others) found in a Liverpool retail area and transit turnaround he fondly recalled from his boyhood days (and still exists today).  This song and its counterpart is generally regarded as the Beatles’ best double A-side single, and one of the best of all time.

mainstreetseger“Main Street,” Bob Seger (1976).  Just about every city in America has a Main Street, but this hit song by Seger actually refers to Ann Street, a smaller road just off Main Street in Ann Arbor, Michigan, the home of the University of Michigan.  An underaged Seger used to watch dancing girls in the windows, watch sketchy characters come and go, and listen to the R&B music wafting out from the edgy clubs there, all of which are referred to in the lyrics.

2013-01-04-st-thomas-166“Creeque Alley,” The Mamas and The Papas (1967).  This autobiographical song by John Phillips tells the story of The Mamas and The Papas — how they met, how they got together, how they became famous, and what was going on with some of their musical contemporaries at the time.  The title, which is never mentioned in the lyrics, refers to Crequi Alley, a tiny lane in the Virgin Islands where Phillips, his new wife Michelle and his first band, The New Journeymen, used to perform in a club there.

52ndst_cover_2“52nd Street,” Billy Joel (1978).  Following the enormous success of “The Stranger” album and its multiple hit singles, Joel took a turn toward jazzier themes (“Zanzibar,” “Stilletto,””Honesty”).  The result was the aptly named “52nd Street,” the street that served as the hotbed of jazz clubs and music in New York City in the ’40s and ’50s, and perhaps not coincidentally, the location of the studio he used to record the album.

electric-avenue-2007“Electric Avenue,” Eddy Grant (1983).  Grant, a respected Guyanese British musician who had been a member of The Equals (“Baby, Come Back”) in the late ’60s and in the forefront of the reggae movement, scored an international #1 hit with this pop-synth dance favorite.  It’s inspired by Electric Avenue, a market street in the Brixton area of London that has always specialized in African, Caribbean, South American and Asian products.  It was the first street in London to be fully lit by electricity.

baker-street-station-guelph-pub-1“Baker Street,” Gerry Rafferty (1978).  Rafferty was a member of the early ’70s band Stealers Wheel (“Stuck in the Middle With You”), which dissolved in acrimony and lawsuits.  A resident of Glasgow, Scotland, Rafferty needed temporary lodgings in London while legal matters were being resolved, and he found them at a good friend’s flat on Baker Street, a major avenue in London.  The lyrics tell the story of being depressed about the situation, but culminate at song’s end when things are resolved, with lyrics about “the sun is shining, it’s a new morning.”

broadway-parking“On Broadway,” The Drifters (1963) and George Benson (1978).  The iconic thoroughfare of Broadway, in the heart of Manhattan, one of the world’s top two centers of theater arts, has been the inspiration for numerous movies, plays and songs over the past century.  Many of them focus on the hopes and dreams of aspiring actors and musicians who want nothing more than to become stars there.  The Barry Mann-Cynthia Weil song “On Broadway” does a particularly fine job of this, and it has been recorded by many dozens of artists since its debut in 1963.  The Drifters’ #9 hit and Geoirge Benson’s #7 version  are the most notable.

telegraphstreetsign“Telegraph Road,” Dire Straits (1982).  Singer/guitarist/songwriter Mark Knopfler was on tour in the Midwest U.S. one day on a tour bus, reading a book about the degradation of urban centers.  He noticed that he was on one road, Telegraph Road, for a very long time, and observed how the landscape and development changed dramatically as it headed north from the Ohio border past Detroit into the northern suburbs, and saw a parallel between what he was reading and what he was seeing.  He soon composed a multi-part, 14-minute masterpiece that goes through as many changes as the road he had traveled.

grateful_dead_-_shakedown_street“Shakedown Street,” Grateful Dead (1978).  Not a real street at all, but a term coined by lyricist Robert Hunter in the title song of the album of the same name to describe sketchy urban boulevards where drugs and prostitution reigned and customers were often fleeced.  In more recent years, it has evolved to connote the area in parking lots at Grateful Dead (and other jam band) concerts where vendors sell food, beverages and other wares.

We’ll conclude with a tip of the hat to some of the great generic songs about the pleasure and freedom of driving, life on the highway, and the allure of the road:  “Life is a Highway,” Tom Cochrane (1992) and Rascal Flatts (2006);  “Born to Be Wild,” Steppenwolf (1968); “Rockin’ Down the Highway,” The Doobie Brothers (1972); “The Road,” Jackson Browne (1977); ““Racing in the Streets,” Bruce Springsteen (1978); “I Can’t Drive 55,” Sammy Hagar (1984); “Ramblin’ Man,” Allman Brothers Band (1973); “On the Road Again,” Willie Nelson (1980); “Refuge of the Road,” Joni Mitchell (1976); “Riders on the Storm,” The Doors (1971).

It’s driving me mad

images-2Fans of rock music tend to start at an early age — listening, buying, downloading, sharing — but they don’t truly join the rock and roll community until they attend their first rock concert.

It can be, and should be, and often is, exhilarating, draining, even life-changing.  But it can also be frustrating and ultimately unsatisfying, for a wide variety of reasons.

If you asked a rock concertgoer in, say, 1970 what he disliked most about the experience, he would most likely complain about the sound system, or the venue’s miserable acoustics.  Today, those two problems have largely been eliminated, thanks to better technology and sound engineering.  But another list of pet peeves (some old, some new) have reared their ugly heads to mar the concertgoing experience.

An informal poll of my many concertgoing friends and acquaintances, from age 16 to age 65, about the pet peeves that drive them crazy about the concerts they attend reveals interesting results.  Some things bother everybody, regardless of age; other things are not a problem for younger fans but irritate the over-50 demographic, and vice versa.

Let’s take a closer look at the top five reasons why going to a rock and roll show is not as fabulous as it could be.

Ticket prices.

By far, this is the biggest gripe.  A teenager in 2016 who wants to see a sensation like Taylor Swift will likely be looking at tickets priced at $250 apiece or more.  Even the boomers who want to see The Eagles will have to pay about the same.  Is that right?  Is that fair?  In what world is it right that a fan should have to fork over that kind of money for one evening’s entertainment?  On Broadway, maybe, but in the heartland, it’s insane.

I saw The Eagles in 1974, and I paid $6.  That’s right, SIX dollars.  Yes yes, I know, you could buy a new car in 1974 for $3000. But still, how can you justify ticket prices of $250 or more?

Well, artists make virtually NO money anymore on their recorded material, thanks to free or virtually free downloading of songs/albums.  They must make all their money from concert tickets and/or merchandise (t-shirts, etc.), and therefore they have to jack up the concert ticket prices to make up the difference.

Part of the problem is the way we buy tickets nowadays.  In the ’70s, you went to a box office or a ticket-selling location, you bought your ticket, and that was that.  But beginning in the mid-’80s, the evil monster known as Ticketmaster showed up, claiming to offer “convenience” while adding on various fees that significantly increased your bottom-line cost.  Now, in 2016, if you go online to buy a ticket (because that’s the way it’s typically done now), they extract a ridiculous $10 fee per ticket, plus this, plus that, plus this, plus that, and suddenly your $100 ticket actually costs $145.  Yesterday, I bought two tickets here in LA for a concert in Pasadena in February.  They were $45 each.  Okay, $90.  Not bad.  But by the time I was done, my credit card was billed not for $90, but for $145.  WTF??  Did I buy three tickets or two?  If this isn’t customer rape, I don’t know what is.

Parking/traffic.

You really can’t complain about traffic.  It is what it is, depending on what city you live in.  Sporting events, rock concerts, the circus, whatever, if there’s a crowd, you have to deal with traffic.  My suggestion:  Leave home earlier, research the best routes to get to the venue, find a parking area further away and walk a half-mile.  But still, why must we deal with parking prices that go from $5 in a given downtown lot to $35 just because there’s an event nearby?  Seems like gouging to me.  This is especially true when you drive to some remote venue where there is no other parking except what they provide, and they screw you royally.  (Cleveland friends:  Remember the middle-of-nowhere Richfield Coliseum?)  In my view, it’s all about greed, once again…

Bad behavior.  

Where do we begin?

Those who attend rock concerts cover the gamut, from teenagers who are psyched to see the hot new band take the stage, to older folks who just want to see their favorite act crank it up in person one more time. Sometimes the two can co-exist peacefully, but too often, they clash, and the results aren’t pretty.

Most rock fans remember (or, more accurately, don’t remember) attending a show where they over-imbibed and largely missed the concert they’d paid to see.  They might have screamed “I love you!!” or yelled out song requests at inappropriate moments.   They might have incessantly held up their cellphones to take photos or videos, thereby blocking the views of fans behind them.  They might have loudly carried on an unrelated conversation with their companion during a quiet moment in the show.  They might have chosen to sing along to whatever song was being performed, subjecting you to horrendous karaoke-type vocals at exactly the wrong time.  They might have even passed out and thrown up on your shoes.

Some younger fans insist that rock shows are not meant to be experienced sitting down.  (Indeed, some shows don’t even offer chairs; fans on the floor near the front are expected to stand for hours before and during the gig.)  They are so enthusiastic that they feel compelled to stand and dance, even if they’re blocking the view of those behind them, and they chide those older fans who stayed seated.  “It’s a friggin’ rock and roll show, not an orchestra concert,” they say.

Regardless, it’s unacceptable to be subjected to selfish behavior by others when you’ve forked over considerable dollars to see a band in the flesh and have to endure that kind of thing.

Opening acts and true starting times.

I love hearing unknown artists warming up for the headliner, but many concertgoers don’t share my enthusiasm.  They treat them with disdain and rudeness (I heard one girl scream out “Who are you??” during one warm-up set).  I don’t understand why people ignore them, chatting and moving around and drinking their beers.  It’s a shame, for the up-and-coming band you could see today might very well be a superstar two or three years later.  I went to see Led Zeppelin in 1969 at age 14, and I was blown away by the warmup act, a little-known Michigan band called Grand Funk Railroad.  A year later, they were one of the biggest draws of all.  Considering what you’re paying for tickets, why not give the opening act a chance?  You might really enjoy them.

But also, promoters should not publicize a starting time of 7:30 (or whatever) when the concert doesn’t begin until 30 or 40 minutes later, and the headliner doesn’t come on until after a ridiculously long intermission.  Don’t keep your fans waiting.  They tend to get restless, boisterous, and drunk.  And older fans will stop coming in the future.  Many of my friends haven’t attended a rock show in years, even though they’d like to.

Short/shitty sets.

Some artists are incredibly, exasperatingly self-indulgent.  They give you a decent show of two hours or more, but they don’t play any of the songs you really wanted to hear.  Bob Dylan and Van Morrison, for example, have been notorious about this kind of thing.

Or they play the songs you want, but they call it a night after only 80 or 90 minutes, and you feel shortchanged. (Kenny Loggins and Chuck Berry come to mind.)   Or even worse, they’re drunk and clearly are not giving you the performance you deserve.

Worse yet, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, except maybe badmouth them to your friends and urge them not to attend their show the next time they come to town.

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Your chances of truly enjoying a rock show will be greater if you arrive with the right attitude, knowing your patience and tolerance will likely be tested.  Let’s face it, these and other pet peeves aren’t going to go away, so grin and bear it, go with the flow, and groove to the music!