We see things they’ll never see, we’re gonna live forever

Editor’s notes:

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame will be inducting the latest batch of artists in November, and here at Hack’s Back Pages, that means publishing profiles of these honorees: Phil Collins, Billy Idol, Iron Maiden, Joy Division/New Order, Oasis, Sade, Luther Vandross and Wu-Tang Clan.

Frankly, I’m nonplussed and unprepared to write about the majority of these artists. In most cases, I am either ambivalent about them or I simply don’t care for their musical output. But over the next few weeks, I intend to do the necessary research and familiarize myself with them enough to write knowledgeably about their music and their careers.

Oasis in 1996 (from left): Alan White, Paul “Bonehead” Arthurs, Liam Gallagher, Noel Gallagher, Paul “Guigsy” McGuigan

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My son-in-law, Johnny Ashby, is a 37-year-old Londoner who has a keen understanding of and a deep love and respect for Oasis, one of England’s most successful groups of the last 40 years, and indeed, of all time.

I could’ve written my own profile of Oasis, which would have no doubt shown a less enthusiastic and shallower grasp of their oeuvre. Instead, since Johnny is not only an accomplished musician and songwriter but a damn fine writer as well, I chose to invite him to take my place and offer his own take on the group and its memorable career, something I’ve done only a couple of times before on this blog. After reading his perceptive and personal essay, I’m confident I made the right decision.

He also helped me compile the Spotify playlist found at the end, inserting songs I’d omitted and removing a few he felt were unworthy of inclusion. Exposure to the full breadth of the Oasis catalog has resulted in my deeper appreciation for their work, and I am indebted to Johnny’s insights and eager participation.

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By Johnny Ashby

I’ve been putting off this article for some time because it seemed like an impossible task. But when my father-in-law asked if I would write a guest article on Oasis for his blog, I could hardly say no.

For the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to piece together all of my various thoughts about a topic I hold dearly, a genre of music known as Britpop, which is, for me, the best of the best out of all the many different eras of modern music. It was born out of a musical rebellion against the dark, doom and gloom of America’s ’90s grunge movement — a celebration of the 1960s British Invasion and everyday British life led by the likes of Oasis, Blur, Pulp, Travis and The Verve, to name a few.

So, where do I start when writing about one of, if not the greatest band to ever emerge from the UK? I’ve loved Oasis for as long as I can remember. They were there the first time I discovered what a band even was. I’ve not only listened to their catalogue, I’ve learnt to play it, too. I’ve performed their songs on both sides of the Atlantic, in pubs, working men’s clubs and dive bars, and you can pretty much guarantee “Don’t Look Back In Anger” is going to start a sing-along every time. I’ve had plenty of heated debates with many an American about Oasis’ right to the throne of rock and roll, and I can say, quite confidently, that I’ve won every single time.

The Birth of Britpop

Before Oasis, my musical tastes were much as you would expect from a pubescent young lad. I listened to things I’m now ashamed to admit. Boybands had started taking over the pop mainstream, and the charts were a mix of one-hit wonders and monotonous beats. Then something changed with the revival of the guitar band. If you want to understand how the ’90s kicked off, you have to start with The Stone Roses, and if you want to understand The Stone Roses, you have to start with The Smiths. The music scene in Manchester has always passed down the baton this way. The Smiths gave British music its wit and furnished it with jangly guitars. Then The Stone Roses took those jangly guitars, added an indie dance beat and pointed the whole thing at a new generation. It was a sound that felt both completely new and somehow inevitable. The Stone Roses built the runway, and without them, Britpop and Oasis probably wouldn’t have happened.

Although Blur had only a fraction of the impact and commercial success in the US that they did in England, in the mid-’90s they were locked in a fierce competition in the UK with Oasis in what was known as The Battle of Britpop. During that time, it was considered deeply suspicious to like both Blur and Oasis. You had to pick a side; it was either one or the other. I was nervous to discuss my musical tastes with people back then, and rightly so. I was, I’m ashamed to admit, one of the suspicious people, and I got judged and bullied mercilessly for it as a kid. As I get older, I still appreciate Blur for who they were, but their music now feels a little too knowing and perhaps a little bit too clever to listen to most days. If I listen to their big hit single “Girls and Boys,” it takes me to a wonderful place for three and a half minutes, somewhere in 1994 in the backseat of the car with my headphones on. Blur have aged into nostalgia, which is, I suppose, its own kind of compliment.

Oasis, on the other hand, never really seemed to go away. They never needed to be revived or re-contextualised. Oasis 2025 didn’t feel like any of the other long-awaited reunions we’ve seen before, because Oasis have always been around. That’s the difference between a singles band and an album band. Whereas Blur gave us moments, Oasis gave us a world we could live inside.

Oasis broke out when I was a kid of and didn’t stop until I was well into my teens. I remember all of it like it was yesterday. I had copy of “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?” on cassette and played it until the tape broke, literally. If you know what that means, you were there. If you don’t, just know it means I listened to that album more times than any sane person should be expected to listen to anything. They were inescapable, but not like an annoying song that gets stuck in your head. “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?” didn’t just soundtrack the mid-90s, it survived them. It survived “Be Here Now,” their third LP in 1997, which was, in my mind, a complete catastrophe of an album, and everyone knew it at the time, including the band and the people who bought it. It survived the split, and another fifteen years of the two principals refusing to be in the same room.

The Band

Noel and Liam Gallagher grew up together on a council estate in south Manchester. They shared a bedroom for most of their childhood, which almost definitely contributed to their lifelong habit of arguing. They were, by most accounts, completely different people from the start. Polar opposites. Liam was the golden child, high energy, obsessed with football and utterly unconcerned with music until he was nearly eighteen. His older brother Noel was, as Liam put it, “the weirdo in the family.” A daydreamer and a loner. A kid who retreated into his own world and taught himself guitar because there was, in his own words, absolutely nothing else to do. Sometime in his early twenties, Noel managed to talk his way into a job as a roadie and guitar tech for another Mancunian band, the Inspiral Carpets. During his time out on the road and the endless miles of motorway that followed, he started writing songs on an acoustic guitar.

The Gallagher brothers: Noel (left) and Liam

It was during a break between tours with the Inspiral Carpets that Noel heard that his brother Liam had formed a band. He went and saw their first gig at the Boardwalk in Manchester and was impressed enough to want in. He joined on the condition that he would maintain complete creative control as the sole songwriter. The band willingly agreed because they probably had little choice. Noel’s songs were so good they thought he was playing covers. All those songs Noel had written alone while working as a roadie eventually became the backbone of their repertoire, and when they performed them at King Tut’s in Glasgow, they were signed on the spot by Alan McGee of Creation Records, and the rest is history. Their incredible debut, 1994’s “Definitely Maybe,” followed soon after by “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?,” went on to soundtrack an entire generation, and Oasis became Oasis.

Noel Gallagher is one of the great British songwriters — not just of his generation, or his era, but one of the great ones ever. Period. I place him on a relatively high pedestal alongside Bob Dylan and a small handful of others who seem to have been given access to something the rest of us can’t quite reach. Songwriting at their level is not a skill you can simply learn. You either have it or you don’t. You can get better at it, sure, but only if you kind of know what you’re doing in the first place. Songwriting is a craft, built on melody, harmony, structure and lyrics. But in order to be great, you need an instinct for what makes a good song, and I’m not sure that’s something you can teach.

Liam is often underestimated and never should be. He didn’t write the songs, but he carried them. He’s everything you want in a frontman and he has all the ingredients that make a great one. During the sessions for “Definitely Maybe” and “(What’s the Story) Morning Glory?,” producer Owen Morris described what happened in the studio as a “freaky thing.” Noel would play a song Liam had never heard before, once, on an acoustic guitar in the control room. Then he’d hand Liam the lyrics, and Liam would sing it. Just like that. Perfectly. One after the other. Five songs in five days. “Like, what the fuck? He’s only heard the song once,” Morris said.

A voice like Liam Gallagher’s on tunes like “Live Forever,” “Champagne Supernova,” “Supersonic” and “Wonderwall” comes along once in a generation, maybe less. Noel and Liam’s vocal styles couldn’t be more different, and that contrast is part of what made them such a remarkable pairing. Noel’s voice, heard on tracks like “Don’t Look Back in Anger,” “Talk Tonight,” “The Masterplan” and “Little By Little,” sounds like a Catholic cathedral filled with booze and cigarettes. There’s something almost angelic about it, and it holds a Bono-esque quality. It’s both crisp and powerful, and somehow sacred and slightly dangerous at the same time. Liam, on the other hand, is the perfect rock and roll voice, full stop. The tone alone says everything. It’s every bit of “come and have it then” that you want from the guy with the mic and the tambourine. Where Noel sounds like he’s delivering something from above, Liam sounds like he’s daring you to argue with him about it.

Liam Gallagher

But it’s not just about Liam and Noel. We owe a nod to the people who made up the rest of Oasis at various points too. It was a band so tumultuous that only a brave few survived the mishaps, and the Gallaghers, long enough to leave their mark. Tony McCarroll, the original drummer, was sacked in 1995 after a confrontation with Noel in Paris that McCarroll later described as “probably the most stupid thing I’d ever done in my life.” Then there’s Paul “Bonehead” Arthurs and Paul “Guigsy” McGuigan, and Gem Archer, Andy Bell, Alan White and, most recently, Joey Waronker. A talented bunch that rarely get talked about because the Gallagher brothers take up all the available oxygen in any room, on any stage, and in any article ever written about the band. A great band always needs more than two people, and together they were unlike anything else.

Like all good rock bands, there’s an ego. A nice healthy dollop of it. And Oasis possibly have one of the biggest. They’ve declared themselves the best band in the world on numerous occasions and at one point said, and I quote, “We’re better than the Beatles.” They have a theory that they’ve practiced with remarkable consistency, and that theory is “Any press, good or bad, is better than no press at all.” Most bands would crumble under the weight of that self-belief, but Oasis wore it like a parka, and to be honest, they weren’t entirely wrong. Not about being better than the Beatles; nobody is better than the Beatles, so I’m told.

The Songs

Noel Gallagher wrote “Live Forever” when he was 22 years old. Now, if you’ve been identifying “Wonderwall” as the definitive Oasis song this whole time, with respect, you’ve been doing it wrong. “Wonderwall” has obviously become its own anthem, and recently seemed to have been given the banner as the unofficial national anthem for England in the World Cup. But is “Wonderwall” their best song? Probably not really. It’s the one your mate plays at 3 am when he’s had a few too many and thinks he’s been through something. I urge you to listen to all the others in the playlist below and make your own assessment, but for me, “Live Forever” is the one. Not so much for the chord progression and the melody, but for the boldness of writing a song about wanting to live forever and making it feel profound rather than childish.

Of course, there are other songs in the catalogue that don’t get enough credit. “Little by Little” from “Heathen Chemistry” (2002) is one of the most quietly gorgeous things Noel ever wrote. It’s a terrace ballad that builds like a slow tide coming in. I’ve played this song in bars all around the world and no matter how many times I’ve played it, I’m still floored by its structure and melody. There’s something in the chord progression that sits perfectly under the chorus, a clever use of slash chords thickening up the harmony in a way that power chords rarely do. It gives it a weight that most ballads don’t even attempt. For me, it was one of the standout moments of the 2025 reunion tour. When Noel stepped up to the microphone and started singing, 80,000 people disappeared and everything just stopped, and I got lost in it.

Noel Gallagher

“The Importance of Being Idle” arrived in 2005 and reached number one in the UK, and although we didn’t know it at the time, it was their last #1 as a band. It became their 19th consecutive top ten UK hit, beating a record previously held jointly by the Beatles and ABBA. It’s a bit looser and more playful than most of the songs in their catalogue. I remember watching the music video for the first time on MTV and thinking it was original and unlike anything I’d seen up to that point. It’s one of the few songs actually led by Noel which, for me, is a special thing. When he gets to sing his own songs, there’s a different type of conviction in his voice that Liam lacks. It became the song of the summer and could be heard all over, drifting out of car windows along the high street and across booze-filled pub gardens.

Once again, it seemed like they were unstoppable and a tour was on the horizon, but behind closed doors the band was crumbling. The apple had fallen from the tree and was beginning to rot. In hindsight, (despite 2008’s “Dig Out Your Soul” being their last album), the album “Don’t Believe the Truth” felt like the perfect goodbye from the band. Oasis disappeared shortly afterwards on what turned out to be a rather extended hiatus, leaving behind a song and an album that felt like a gift we hadn’t quite appreciated until it was gone.

In the years that followed the split, we saw many different attempts from both brothers to carry the torch. Liam formed Beady Eye with the remaining members of Oasis after Noel’s departure. It was a valiant effort but it never quite captured what people were missing. When Liam finally went solo, something clicked. Noel’s work under Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds moved toward something more experimental, but Liam did the opposite. “As You Were” (2017), “Why Me? Why Not” (2019) and “C’mon You Know” (2022) were a well executed trio of albums that leaned hard into everything that made Oasis great in the first place: Big stadium anthem rock songs, with massive “sing-along” choruses, and a lot of swagger. In 2017 Liam and Noel released solo albums within weeks of each other, and during their first week of release, Liam’s “As You Were” sold over 100,000 copies against Noel’s “Who Built The Moon” at 78,000.

The Reunion

When the 2025 reunion tour happened, it became pretty clear that Oasis were more popular than ever. The shows sold out almost as soon as they’d been announced, with 41 dates across 14 countries, starting in Cardiff, Wales and ending in Sao Paulo, Brazil. I was lucky enough to see them for two nights in Los Angeles. It was an unforgettable weekend spent with friends, an obscene amount of alcohol, and a lot, a lot of Adidas sportswear. I consider myself a realist, though my wife will probably disagree with me. I went as far as to buy ticket insurance for the first time in my life. The odds didn’t exactly seem in anybody’s favour, and at $400 a ticket, I wasn’t going to risk it.

Oasis on stage, 1996

I didn’t fully know what I was expecting, but I was genuinely concerned they wouldn’t keep it together long enough to make it to California. But they did, and despite their previous misadventures on the other side of the Atlantic, when Oasis arrived on American stages, they were greeted with scenes that felt less like a comeback and more like a homecoming. It was pretty remarkable when you consider how many catastrophic gigs there have been, how many public arguments, how many times Noel has quit the band, and how many fans have been left standing in the rain holding a ticket to something that simply didn’t happen. Any one of those things would finish most bands. Oasis somehow collected them all like trophies and kept going. It gives fans every excuse to turn their backs and walk away, but we didn’t.

Here’s the thing about Oasis that is almost impossible to explain to someone who wasn’t there. If you ask someone what makes Britain quintessentially British, you tend to hear the same answers. The Queen. A cup of tea. Football. A queue for something that probably isn’t worth queueing for. Well, somewhere along the way, without anyone really planning it, Oasis made themselves part of that list too. They are a band this country has claimed as its own in a way that feels instinctive rather than chosen. An Oasis t-shirt is worn proudly in the stands at an England game, just like an official England football jersey. Oasis are, and always will be, ours.

Could there be a new album? Nobody knows. In true Oasis style, Noel has been characteristically non-committal, which from him means anything from “definitely not” to a “definitely maybe” to a “probably yes.” During the 2025 reunion tour, they played the same 23-song setlist every night, which tells you something about where they are creatively as a band. One might say that they’re consolidating rather than expanding. They’ve both proved, after two incredibly successful solo careers, that they still have it in them. Noel Gallagher can write, but whether he and Liam are currently in a headspace to make something new together is a question that only the Gallagher brothers can answer, and they will answer it in their own time, on their own terms.

The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

I’d argue that Oasis are the last true rock and roll band we’ve seen. What happened to Oasis simply doesn’t happen anymore. They were a working class band from a council estate in Manchester, who were discovered whilst playing a gig on the circuit. They were signed on the strength of their songs alone, and went on to become the biggest band in Britain within two years. Sadly, the music industry that made it possible for bands to break into the mainstream like that no longer exists. The old ways have been replaced by the new and have been taken over by algorithms, streaming metrics and follower counts. The A&R gatekeepers who used to listen at the back of a dingy, sweat-filled room with a drink in their hand now sit at a desk with a cup of weak piss-poor coffee, staring at their metric dashboards. The music and the songs no longer matter to them, only the follower counts do.

You can’t really have a band like Oasis again. If they arrived tomorrow, I doubt they would get label support. It’s just a harsh truth. Major record labels aren’t going to take a punt on a band whose frontman might tell them to fuck off. They won’t risk signing a band whose members might argue with each other in public, take drugs or deliberately miss a gig. They see it as too high a risk. The traditional rockstar as we knew it is probably dead. The modern rock band is expected to be a marketable one, easily manageable, squeaky clean and most importantly, online. Songs have changed too; now they need a chorus that works in fifteen seconds. Something that can be clipped, looped and dropped into a reel. Something that performs well in an algorithm. And it hurts me to say it, but most of the music we hear these days is unlikely to stand the test of time. Maybe that’s the real difference. Rock and roll was never supposed to be safe. It was supposed to be loud, unpredictable, unapologetic and rebellious. The danger was always part of the appeal and for me that’s Oasis 101. Oasis might very well be the last band to have broken out in that organic way, on the circuit, at that level. Nobody has come close since. Which makes what they achieved feel even more extraordinary in retrospect. Oasis are not just a great band but possibly the last of a kind, and if that’s true, then the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is exactly where they belong.

Liam and Noel reunited in 2025

Liam Gallagher once called the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame “a load of bollocks.” And yet here we are, and Oasis are being inducted in November. As bizarre as it sounds, they will stand on a stage alongside Iron Maiden, Billy Idol, Wu-Tang Clan and Phil Collins, who Noel once called a dinosaur. Their acceptance speech alone might be worth the price of admission, and amidst the shenanigans, they’ll probably break the internet. With Oasis, you never quite know what’s coming next, and that is precisely why, thirty years on, we are still watching. After all, any press is good press, remember?

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All I ask of dying is to go naturally

I can’t decide if it’s ironic or merely coincidental that I’m ending up writing obituaries/tributes in two consecutive weeks about members of the two trailblazing and most prominent “brass rock” groups of the late ’60s/early ’70s.

Last week, it was founder/sax-flute man Walter Parazaider of Chicago, which you can read here in case you missed it: https://hackbackpages.com/6/26/2026/weve-all-got-time-enough-to-cry-time-enough-to-die

This week, we recognize the passing of vocalist David Clayton-Thomas of Blood, Sweat & Tears, who died June 24 at age 84.

Beyond their imaginative, groundbreaking use of trumpets, trombones and saxophones in a rock band, though, the two groups actually didn’t have all that much in common. Certainly their career trajectories have been wildly different, as has their degree of commercial success. Many decades before anyone had ever heard the term “cancel culture,” BS&T found themselves stuck in a political maelstrom that proved to be, if not fatal, a devastating hit to the group’s momentum.

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Blood, Sweat & Tears — the band that would become one of the most popular acts of 1969-1970 — has roots dating to 1966 when a ragtag outfit from Greenwich Village, New York, known as the Danny Kalb Quartet changed their name to The Blues Project, featuring guitarist Kalb, guitarist Steve Katz, keyboardist Al Kooper, drummer Roy Blumenfeld and bassist Andy Kuhlberg. Playing an eclectic mix of blues, folk, R&B, jazz and pop, The Blues Project recorded two live LPs and one studio LP on MGM’s Verve label, managing to reach #77, #52 and #71, respectively on US album charts.

The Blues Project, 1966 (Al Kooper, lower left; Steve Katz, upper left)

Kooper, who had been a New York session musician who ended up in Bob Dylan’s 1965 sessions for the seismic “Like a Rolling Stone” anthem, had proposed the idea of bringing in a horn section to broaden the band’s musical options, but bandleader Kalb rejected the concept, so Kooper quit and took his idea with him. Inspired by The Buckinghams, a Chicago-based pop group which featured lively horn arrangements in four Top Ten hit singles in 1967 (“Kind of a Drag,” “Don’t You Care,” “Mercy Mercy Mercy,” “Hey Baby”), Kooper envisioned a group that would use a rock band’s basic instrumental foundation and add a brass section. They would play a mix of musical styles similar to The Blues Project — jazz, blues, rock and pop — with classically trained horn players taking a featured role.

Kooper assumed the role of singer and creative director in addition to keyboard duties. He recruited Katz on guitar, bassist Jim Fielder and drummer Bobby Colomby, and Colomby then drafted multi-instrumentalist Fred Lipsius, trombonist Dick Halligan and trumpeters Jerry Weiss and Randy Brecker. Kooper came up with the name Blood, Sweat & Tears after seeing an early Johnny Cash album with that title, and hired respected producer John Simon, who worked with Simon & Garfunkel, Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen and The Band. With Kooper writing half the tracks, including the fledgling single “I Can’t Quit Her,” the eight-piece group cut the debut LP “Child is Father to the Man,” released in early 1968 on Columbia. Critics praised its innovative approach; one wrote, “It borrows styles from contemporary folk to acid rock with fresh jazz elements. This is the sound of a group of virtuosos enjoying themselves in the newly open possibilities of pop music.”  It managed to reach #47 on US album charts, and #40 in the UK.

BS&T’s debut LP (Al Kooper is front and center)

But there was dissension in the ranks. Katz, for one, felt Kooper’s vocals were average at best and lobbied hard to hire a new lead singer. The band agreed, and Kooper, who didn’t want to stay if he couldn’t be the vocalist, dropped out (continuing his session work on dozens of albums and eventually becoming a successful producer and manager of groups like Lynyrd Skynyrd and The Tubes, and a published author as well). Weiss also left, as did Brecker, who would go on to greater heights with brother Michael as The Brecker Brothers in the 1970s and beyond.

The band was now in danger of losing their record deal, so they started searching in earnest for a new singer, and it turned out they didn’t have to look too far. Colomby got a call from his friend, folk singer Judy Collins, who told him about a powerful blues singer she’d heard at a club in The Village. His name was David Clayton-Thomas.

Born David Thomsett in England and raised in Toronto, Canada, he suffered beatings from an abusive father as a young boy, leaving home at 14 and sleeping in parked cars and abandoned buildings, stealing food and clothing to survive. He was arrested several times for vagrancy, petty theft and street brawls, and spent much of his teens in various jails and reformatories. He took to singing to pass the time in custody, learning guitar on a battered instrument and developing a kinship with folk and blues music — songs by men who were “dirt-poor working-class hobos with nothing to their name,” he wrote in his memoir. He got enough encouragement to eventually try singing at open-mic nights at some of the clubs in Toronto’s Yonge Street district, which had a vibrant folk and R&B music scene in the ’60s.

Clayton-Thomas in 1968

Changing his name to Clayton-Thomas to distance himself from his father, he developed a solid reputation singing with various bands and trios, including one called The Bossmen, purportedly one of the first rock bands anywhere to include jazz musicians. He performed with legendary bluesman John Lee Hooker, going with him to New York in 1966 and settling there, although he had no work visa, which would cause serious legal consequences years later.

At the urging of Collins, Colomby checked out one of Clayton-Thomas’s shows in New York and was knocked out by his vocals and his commanding stage presence. As fate would have it, Clayton-Thomas opened his set with a smoldering version of Kooper’s song “I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know,” which BS&T had recorded for their debut album. “I think I heard about half the song, and I just knew,” said Colomby. “I offered him the job on the spot.”

Blood, Sweat & Tears in 1969 (from left): Jim Fielder, Steve Katz, Chuck Winfield, Lew Soloff, Bobby Colomby, Dick Halligan, Fred Lipsius, Jerry Hyman, David Clayton-Thomas

With Clayton-Thomas out front and new horn players Lew Soloff, Chuck Winfield and Jerry Hyman, the reconfigured nine-man lineup did a two-week stand at New York’s Café Au Go Go in 1968. The reaction was so positive that Columbia honcho Clive Davis promptly got them back into the studio, this time with producer James Guercio (who, ironically, was simultaneously producing Chicago’s debut as well). It was recorded in CBS’s New York studio on what was then a new state-of-the-art 16-track machine, and the result was sonically marvelous. They chose only three original tunes, opting instead for covers of material by Billie Holiday, Traffic, Laura Nyro and Brenda Holloway.

Little did anyone know how rapidly things would explode upon the release of that album, simply titled “Blood, Sweat & Tears,” in December 1968. First came the joyous Motown tune “You’ve Made Me So Very Happy,” which reached #2 in March 1969. Three months later, Clayton-Thomas’s song “Spinning Wheel” also peaked at #2 in July, and finally, Nyro’s gospel-inflected “And When I Die” made it a hat trick of #2 singles in October. The album spent an impressive seven weeks at #1; the band was a featured act at Woodstock in August (although they weren’t included in the film or soundtrack album because their manager foolishly insisted on more money); and when the annual Grammy Awards rolled around, the BS&T album beat out The Beatles’ “Abbey Road” for Album of the Year honors.

Me, I’ve always been crazy about some of the deeper tracks: Katz’s ballad “Sometimes in Winter” (on which he handled lead vocals); a remarkable adaptation of Holiday’s “God Bless the Child”; and the 14-minute “Blues Part II,” a mostly instrumental tour-de-force that’s represented on my Spotify playlist as a five-minute edit that showcases Clayton-Thomas’s vocal section at the longer track’s conclusion.

Clayton-Thomas’s charisma, burly physique and indelible tenor, alternately gentle and snarling, had very quickly become crucial to the group’s popularity. Said Davis about the addition of the singer: “He jumped right out at you. He seemed so genuine, so in command of the lyric lines, a perfect combination of fire and emotion to go with the band’s somewhat cerebral appeal. He was almost animalistic.”

Blood, Sweat & Tears live in 1969

The group played nearly 100 concerts in 1969 in ever-bigger venues to ever-larger audiences from coast to coast. It seemed they could do no wrong…but their one questionable decision was to do a three-night stand at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas in December, which the rock press labeled “an un-hip establishment place where your parents’ entertainers performed.” Indeed, Rolling Stone magazine, which tended to look down its nose at anything that wasn’t bonafide rock, said in its review of the album earlier that year, “The listener responds to the illusion that he is hearing something new when, in fact, he is hearing mediocre rock, OK jazz, etc., thrown together in a contrived and purposeless way.” It was clearly a minority opinion, but it stung.

Things would get much, much worse in 1970. Like the majority of rock musicians at the time, BS&T had been vocal about their opposition to the war in Vietnam and other policies of the Nixon administration. They weren’t strident about it, but their remarks attracted enough attention for The White House to take umbrage, particularly coming from Canadian Clayton-Thomas. When they discovered he had been in the country illegally for years, and that he had a prison record in Canada, they brought the hammer down, insisting that the group participate in a State Department-sponsored tour of Eastern European countries as part of a detente effort, or Clayton-Thomas would be deported. Several in the band (especially Katz) didn’t want to do it but felt they had no choice. “It was blackmail, pure and simple,” said Katz.

Their experience there was mixed. They played to enthusiastic audiences in Poland and indifferent crowds in Czechoslovakia, and in Romania, the crowds were so pumped up that the communist authorities used vicious dogs and the military to control them, and they confiscated the film footage that was being shot by a film crew. The band was rattled by the experience, but were even more shaken by the critical reaction they got from the rock press and many of their politically minded fans upon returning to the US. “We were just musicians trying to play music for people,” said Clayton-Thomas. “We were the #1 band in the world. And it turned into this huge political rat’s nest. The political right felt we were too antiwar and anti-Nixon, and the political left hated us for being what they felt were pawns of Nixon. It was insane. It immediately became clear that we were not going to be forgiven by the counterculture for becoming what they saw as sellouts.”

Colomby lamented, “We became the most uncool band in the world. It was so unfair.”

Talk about cancel culture.

Three years ago, a documentary was released called “What the Hell Happened to Blood, Sweat and Tears?” I was stunned as I watched the nearly two-hour film, with long-ago footage and new interviews with band members Katz, Clayton-Thomas, Fielder and Lipsius shedding light on a rather extraordinary tale of deception, strong-arming and political propaganda. One critic wrote this about it: “Did Nixon’s State Department cause BS&T to bleed out prematurely? That’s the film’s implicit premise. It’s an absorbing spy movie made with smuggled footage, and an incisive history lesson about international relations in the ’70s. Above all, it’s a cautionary tale for now about the risks we take when we rush to judgement without all the facts.” I can’t recommend strongly enough that you need to watch this (now on Amazon Prime) to truly understand the answer to its titular question.

Like most young fans, I knew nothing about the entire incident at the time. Neither the tour itself nor the negative domestic reaction to it were widely reported, and the deal struck between the government and the band to prevent Clayton-Thomas’s deportation was not public knowledge. All I knew was, their next LP, “Blood Sweat & Tears 3,” came out the same month and went right to #1, producing two more hit singles, “Hi-De-Ho” and “Lucretia MacEvil.” (The latter song included the telling lyric, “Hard luck and trouble ’bout to be your claim to fame.”) It wasn’t as strong an album overall, but enjoyable enough, with captivating additional tracks like “Something Coming On” and “He’s a Runner.” To its detriment, the album also included a ghastly cover of The Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy For the Devil” entitled “Symphony For the Devil,” and a lame version of James Taylor’s then-new hit “Fire and Rain.”

Despite how they found themselves victims of character assassination, Blood, Sweat and Tears soldiered on, touring and recording another LP (“BS&T 4”) in 1971, which had two more singles (“Go Down Gamblin'” and “Lisa, Listen To Me,” which barely made the Top 40), but clearly, the bloom was off the rose. To return to the comparison with Chicago, BS&T was on the decline just as Chicago was riding high with multiple singles and high-charting albums.

In early 1972, Clayton-Thomas chose to leave BS&T and return to Canada, citing burnout from touring, dueling egos and disputes over the band’s business affairs. He had also developed a reputation for heavy alcohol and drug use, and belligerent behavior. His first solo effort, titled simply “David Clayton-Thomas,” is a pretty decent LP that should have fared better than its anemic #184 showing on the album charts, but there was apparently little interest in him on his own. A couple more solo LPs did no better, despite some bright moments. He struggled professionally and personally, with several divorces and a lawyer who stole most of his money, he said.

Clayton-Thomas’s solo debut LP (1972)

Within a month of his departure, Columbia released a Greatest Hits collection to recapitulate the Clayton-Thomas-era hits, and it has gone on to sell seven million copies.

Difficulties had arisen inside the group between its pop-rock and jazz factions, and Lipsius and Halligan, probably the two most talented musicians in the lineup, also chose to depart when Clayton-Thomas did. The remaining six added two new brass players and, most notably, a singer named Jerry Fisher, a blues singer from Texas with a sizable regional following. He wanted to sing new material instead of the old Clayton-Thomas songs, and the band agreed they needed a fresh re-start, but audiences obviously wanted to hear the big hits, so a balance was struck between the two. They released the aptly titled “New Blood” LP in 1972, with “So Long Dixie” charting modestly on Top 40 charts. When the group brought in Swedish guitarist Georg Wadenius, Katz decided to take his leave as well.

By 1975, drummer Colomby was the only remaining member from the classic lineup. With Clayton-Thomas’s solo career struggling, Colomby was able to woo him back to the new BS&T fold for the next three LPs, “New City,” “More Than Ever” and “Brand New Day,” but each album did progressively worse on the charts, with no singles in sight. A wholesale change brought an entirely new lineup of musicians (except for Clayton-Thomas) for the 1980 release “Nuclear Blues,” which failed to chart and remains the last LP the group ever released.

From then on, Blood, Sweat and Tears has been a performing band with a revolving door of musicians, some staying several years, some staying a few months. On the band’s Wikipedia page in the “Members” section, an astounding list of more than 150 musicians (including a dozen different lead vocalists) are listed as having been part of the group! If that’s not a record, I can’t imagine what is.

For his part, Clayton-Thomas remained as vocal frontman for 20 years until finally calling its quits in 2004. “I discovered, and they discovered, that Blood, Sweat & Tears wasn’t worth much without me — and I wasn’t worth much without them,” he told The Toronto Star in 2020.

In the wake of Clayton-Thomas’s death last week, Steve Katz said, “David and I had a difficult relationship, but we did have those wonderful years and a lot of great music in common. There were nights when David’s singing was just astounding, and it was great to be on the same stage. I would love to have had the chancer to do it all over as the more tolerant and much wiser men we both turned out to be.”

An older Mr. Clayton-Thomas, in a tan sports jacket and blue button-down shirt, sings into a microphone as he gestures with his left hand.
Clayton-Thomas in 2011

Toronto keyboardist Lou Pomanti, who worked with Clayton-Thomas on and off for several decades, praised the man’s vocal chops. “When you pair those blues roots with that raunchy voice, that flexibility and the agility that he had… When you team it with a fantastic jazz band and the great arrangers that they had, it was like nothing anybody had ever heard.”

R.I.P. to a remarkable vocalist.

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The Spotify playlist I’ve assembled offers two tracks from the first incarnation of BS&T, followed by a comprehensive look at the songs from the band’s heyday with Clayton-Thomas (1969-1971). There’s also a healthy dose of material from Clayton-Thomas’s solo work, which includes several convincing covers of classic R&B and blues from one of his final LPs in 2010.